Lying on the chaotic ground, Hood gazed up at the cosmic warships streaking rapidly through space.
He recalled the information he had heard before.
He felt the repeated plunges and surges contained within it...
Already somewhat dizzy from excessive blood loss, Hood felt utterly unable to adjust...
Especially the inexplicably missing parts of his memories, which plunged him into deep confusion.
In his mind,
there was a clear concept of parents.
For example, everyone surely had parents; no one was an individual that had appeared out of thin air.
And the many children around him, crying and making a fuss while clinging to their elders, undeniably proved that point.
But now, he had forgotten who his parents were, and he had also forgotten which elders he still had alive.
All the information and memories connected to them had already been completely erased...
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I supposed to do?
Those classic questions echoed endlessly through his mind.
Along with them
came an inexplicable hatred.
It was an emotion bestowed upon him by his various fundamental understandings.
Some force had wiped out all of his elders. He ought to hate it.
But anything more specific was completely absent.
Even he himself could not explain exactly why he was supposed to hate it.
Because he now had no memories at all of his elders.
Not even the slightest impression remained.
And how could something that left no impression at all possibly tug at his heart?
So now, he only knew that this was hatred that ought to exist.
It was hatred that he, as a descendant, ought to feel after his elders had been erased...
Yet it was also bewildered hatred.
Helpless hatred.
Hatred filled with emptiness.
This indescribable, unexplainable, twisted, and complicated emotion was what Hood