Naming guests is only polite, even if you thought they couldn't communicate and are now regretting that assumption. [ Tama doesn't take a breath once through saying all that, sounding a bit like a deflated balloon towards the end, but being fair he also feels like one. ] I don't think it could even be called a grudge anymore. A grudge would have to be a personal, targeted attack...this is a malaise without target or discrimination. I don't even know what word is better for that.

[ Tama slumps over sideways, across the other chairs like a child despondently realizing they hadn't brought their gameboy with them for a long errand. ] Maybe going somewhere really high or really deep down would be better.