When Daneel rose from the sea and set foot on Angaria, he took in a deep breath and enjoyed the feeling of coming home.
It felt as if all of the time spent after waking up had been a blur, albeit one with a red glow all around it. That redness was anger, of course, due to the fact that thousands of Angarians had had to die while he was on his way back from the Mother.
He knew that no one could be blamed for this loss of life, but still, he had blamed himself. While planning, he and the Emperor had both toyed with the idea of setting up more special barriers than physical barriers as there was a high possibility of attacks of that vein being able to get past their measures, but after seeing that the probability of such attacks even being used was slim based on the data that they had obtained, they had decided against it.
