[Zamasu wants to say a lot of things but he notices that this is just a lot of information. A lot to take in. A lot to process. And he is not even mentioning the parts of it he truly believes.]

A moment, mortal.

[That is a start. And he has never really denied the fact that he can be quite the misanthropist but it was nothing that could lead to all of that. Zamasu knew how to live with those thoughts and he knew how to be patient as well.]

I can see why a future me would want to kill you. You are an extremely careless filthy mortal. You might have learned that I do not take insults lightly.

[Even though that old man could be annoying at times and even though pushing a trolley around with tea gets aggravating after 456323 times, he would never even dream of ending his master's life. Let along the other Kais.]

I need to leave mortals be? They approach me holding knives and others are filthy demons. And there is you...