The Emperor deflates a little, the claws receding.

“I do not have eyes everywhere, Gar of Earth. Not here, not on your homeworld. I do my best, but I had trusted in you to speak of ill treatment. I am scheduled nearly to twenty four hours of our thirty hour day, and try to spare what time I can for you. My empire spans thousands of planets, locked in a war against my father’s people since nearly before yours had mastered fire. I am not a gentle man, I will not claim that. But I am also not omniscient.”

And he was definitely annoyed to find what was coming to pass under his nose.

“You... are meant for great things, and it is my hope to shepherd you to them. But you always look at me as nothing more than a captor.”