Yes, he was quite a negative person. But his negativity had a reason. He was never really happy, and nothing really could make him feel happy. Having crouched in the guardroom for almost ten years, with all those bad experiences haunting him like nightmares, he was powerless and helpless. He had been struggling on the edge of the working class society, with a series of contradictory perspectives on one thing and one thing only: survival.
He was the lowest kind. He was both an insider and outsider in his life. Even before he was born, life had drawn him a line between light and shade in the dust.