Matias raised an eyebrow, his frown deepening.

"Are you kidding me?"

He stepped up to the bed until his knees were in direct contact with the wooden frame.

"Do you really think that I was yelling for the sake of yelling? Of course I saw what those pigs did to Dante. Though, truth be told, it doesn't shock me in the slightest. All pigs ever do is tread over those they consider lesser than them. It's been like that for years and years."

His eyes pointed off to the ceiling as Matias collected more thoughts, quickly returning to their original position.

"Before I joined you, I went to a lot of demonstrations, protests, whatever you wanna call them. It was mostly peaceful until the damn pigs showed up and decided that pepper spray and batons was the best way to fend us off. That never stopped us, but it sure as hell never stopped them from trying and trying again..."

He let out a "hmmph" as he straightened his back.

"So, yeah. Sorry that I'm so mean to the poor, poor cops that are meant to defend us in times of need, instead of killing us."