I spent the early creation of my world in a Cage. That isn't a metaphor. An actual cage, four walls, darkness. Punished because I had the gall to speak out against-- [A pause for confusion, because the answer of Father isn't there, and it niggles rudely at the back of his mind, just like how he can't remember Thorne's end.

Hm.

That might be a more pressing problem.] Against family. [It seems like the accurate answer but it's missing something.] I spent billions of years trapped until I was released through what I had thought may be my own machinations but just fell in line with prophecy. I continued to get thrust back in that space despite my damnedest efforts not to. And then I was Summoned here. Lacking familiar power so needing to fall to the whims of mortals. Being unable to leave without permission, our needs 'met' by the Crown to make us dependent on them. The Crown previously known for experimenting on its Summoned to replicate our Singularity connection and likely looking for any reason to pull us in and get us under their experimentation again --

[Sorry Nebula, you both asked and didn't ask for this.]

-- but no, I couldn't have hated the place that much.