Tim was frustrated. The burning anger in him couldn't be extinguished even though the cold wind that was blowing in his face like sharp blades. He had already been flying for quite some time, but exhaustion couldn't stop him. Instead, his blood was boiling with fury from the greed for revenge.
Tim had never found out who his parents were, but it was Madame Betty who had adopted him. She had taught him everything that he knew today, and he had even developed feelings towards her, even though he knew it was a sort of Oedipus complex mixed with motherly love. Although he wasn't supposed to, he couldn't help himself. It had been more than once that he wanted to kill Zaganide to take over his place. However, Tim was still clear-headed enough to know that there was a huge difference between their strengths and could only keep these desires to himself.