Aboard the speeding Ghost Shadow, Jason looked at Leo, who was sitting quietly beside him. He opened his mouth, but suddenly had no idea what to say.
"Leo, have you recovered? Do you need treatment in the medical pod?"
"I've completely recovered."
The corners of Leo's mouth lifted as he spoke to Jason, but they quickly drooped again.
"You don't look like you're in a very good mood. Why? Aren't we almost home?" Jason asked curiously.
Leo licked his lips. "That guy just now was planning to kill us because he wanted to find out where I got that metal. I really hate that feeling."
Of course, he wasn't merely annoyed by that. He was also depressed from the pain.
More importantly, after drifting through the endless darkness of space for several months, Leo's emotions had been somewhat unstable. He had become much quieter overall.
"What's the big deal? Things like that happen all the time in the universe. This part of the universe is incredibly dark. Some people kill for money, while others do it for greater power, their own desires, the pleasure of killing, or even some utterly ridiculous ideal that doesn't exist. How many people have they killed?"
Jason spoke bluntly. "Although the major empires have all enacted civilization protection laws forbidding the senseless slaughter of intelligent life, what use are they?"
"The Kree Empire has the same regulations, but Ronan still massacres people at will, killing anyone who gets in his way, no matter who they are."
"Thanos, the Mad Titan. His fleet has already massacred dozens of planets. Everywhere he goes, he kills half the population. Who would dare stop him?"
"Mercenary organizations, the Ravagers, destroyers, space pirates, thieves, assassins, and races that specialize in destroying civilizations. Invasions, parasitism, hypnosis—civilizations are being wiped out every