The issue at hand reminded Zhou Yi of his ten-year wandering journey under the Dead Sea.
There was no one to talk to.
Whether it was a monster attack, an encounter with a Light Burst, or finding something interesting, no one could share or discuss it with him.
Only the samurai crab was there to accompany him.
They fought, ate, and carried out orders.
But that was all they could do.
That was when Zhou Yi felt closest to being a monster.
Every day was about hunting, guerrilla warfare, and dealing with prey's counterattacks.
His emotions were completely flat.
He grew increasingly numb.
He began to mimic the old-timer Robinson by talking and chatting with the samurai crabs. They couldn't respond or understand at all; it was really just Zhou Yi talking to himself.
But this helped him maintain a semblance of normality.
Until he later landed ashore, and the first conversation by the campfire with A-Jin restored his former feelings of joy and sorrow.
