It actually hurts, seeing his concern brushed aside so easily. Confiding in Ginko like he had, it wasn't something the Psionic did often. He'd done it because he trusted Gink. The human had truly seemed to care. The Psionic knew the two of them weren't in any kind of romantic relationship, but he thought human friendship was just as much a two way street as any troll romance. Just because he thought that, though, didn't mean he was right. He'd thought he and Joker were close, but of course there too he'd been pushed away. In both cases his own concern earns him nothing more than a graceful sidestep. He feels suddenly sick. Did anyone here actually want him around? Did they not view him as their equal? Did they think him untrustworthy and likely to attack should the let him beyond their walls?

Had Ginko really wanted to help him or had he just been some sort of obligation? He feels like a fool, and it's enough to turn his cheeks a faint shade of purple as his blood colors his face. He's embarrassed and hurt, and his expression shifts from concern to the beginnings of anger.

"Is there some reason it was okay for me to specifically leave you behind?"