He found himself becoming extremely humble recently.
He was like a nanny, taking care of these primitive people and trying to win their favor, even going as far as to please them.
Every time he faced them, he felt awkward, unable to find the words to say.
So, every attempt to build friendships ended up feeling forced and unnatural.
It made him look like he was trying to ingratiate himself with the primitives.
In reality, he didn't need to please them.
He just hoped they could quickly learn more life skills and stop living like beasts.
He had exerted tremendous effort to build this house, filled with joy, but it wasn't welcomed by these primitive people at all.
He listened to their criticisms in silence.
He just focused on cooking.
He stewed the meat until it was very tender and served a bowl to each of the fourteen people.
Enough to fill their stomachs.
The local wildlife was incredibly abundant, but not a single one was in sight at the moment.
