It had been so long since he had been in control.
Not a robot.
Not a toy.
He had forgotten the sensation.
He had forgotten what it felt like being himself.
He had watched for too long.
Watched from the inside.
Watched hopelessly as his body did things he didn't want it to.
After a while, though, he had learned to live with it.
He suffered in silence.
The only conversations being with his scarab and his Reach controllers.
Those damned Reach.
For too long they had controlled him.
Too many years they had taken from him.
For too long, his life had been in their hands.
Now, they were going to pay.
They were going to regret that day.
They were going to regret the day the took control over Green Beetle.
Over B'arzz O'oomm.