Zedd was exhausted, physically and mentally. He didn't care how the mission went at this point - he was gone from it. Out of sight, out of mind. But, the things that happened there still bothered him. He knew that those like Hit Girl had considered him an annoyance, especially since he backtalked towards her precious Lord Zetta. He knew the heroes who had disappeared weren't dead, but no one would listen - he wasn't sure if they wouldn't listen because he was evil or there was something he wasn't being told that they should have.

And who knew when someone would complain about that fake fight.

At the moment, though, Zedd took a seat and just let himself stew in his anger. He'd get back at everyone soon enough, just they wait. He wouldn't be their punching bag anymore.