 Which term best describes Sattell's attitude toward Pop?
His name was Sattell and he had reason not to talk. The shack and the job he filled were located in the medieval notion of the physical appearance of hell. There is one stretch where it is a yawning gulf a full half-mile wide and unguessably deep. There is nothing like it on Earth, of course. Pop lived in it all alone, and in his spare time he worked industriously at recovering some missing portions of his life that Sattell had managed to take away from him. In the Moon's slight gravity, a man is really adjusted to existence when he has a well-developed case of agoraphobia. With such an aid, a man can get into a tiny, coffinlike cubbyhole, and feel solidity above and below and around him, and happily tell himself that it feels delicious. But Sattell couldn't comfort himself so easily. Sattell got the shakes when he thought of Pop, and Pop rather probably knew it. And Sattell turned gray and frantically denied that he'd ever seen Pop before. All of which happened back on Earth and a long time ago. And Sattell went into panic when he returned. At such times Pop hardly thought of Sattell. He'd started to follow Sattell knowing what had happened to his wife and children, but it was hearsay only. When Sattell fled to another continent, Pop followed because he had some distinct memories of his wife—and the way he'd felt about her—and some fugitive mental images of his children. When Sattell frenziedly tried to deny knowledge of the murder in Tangier, Pop had come to remember both his children and some of the happiness of his married life. Even when Sattell—whimpering—signed up for Lunar City, Pop tracked him. If so, Sattell had profited by less than two days' pay for wiping out everything that Pop possessed. In any case, he didn't really want Sattell to die. The sun rose very, very slowly in what by convention was called the east. Near Sattell, he found memories of times when he was a young man with a young wife who loved him extravagantly. And when he was near Sattell he literally recovered them—in the sense that he came to know new things about them and had new memories of them every day. Otherwise, he was wholly matter-of-fact—certainly so for the far side of the Moon. Writing-material was scarce, but he spent most of the time between two particular rocket-landings getting down on paper exactly how a child had looked while sleeping, some fifteen years before.
 aggrieved
 condescending  frenetic  aggrieved  repugnant