My name is Jago Sevatarion.
As you can see, I'm a... hmm, a traitor, and an idiot too.
Otherwise, I never would have thrown myself, again and again, into environments no normal person could possibly endure—let alone survive.
As the saying goes, once bitten, twice shy. And yet I never seemed capable of learning any lesson at all. Maybe this was simply my nature. I always liked doing stupid things to show how different I was.
+Where are you, Jago?+
A voice abruptly rang out in my mind, and I knew whose it was.
Otani.
I wanted to sigh, but I held back the impulse. Otherwise, Otani would definitely hear it. Then she would ask me why I was sighing, and I would have to spend several minutes explaining the reason to her. I did not have that kind of time right now.
Otani was an Astropath. She was no longer a lonely wisp of a soul now; she had a body of her own. Even so, she was still used to communicating with me by sending her words through Psionic power.
I guessed this must have been some kind of understanding we had developed during those ten thousand years of muddled wandering.
+I'm carrying out a mission, Otani. How did you contact me from the Vengeance? I'm all the way on the other side of the galaxy.+
I asked her in my heart while cutting down the xenos in front of me.
+I asked the Central Hub for a favor. It agreed to activate Psionic amplification for me.+
This time, I truly did sigh.
One of the xenos in front of me charged at me in fury, seemingly because I had just killed its family member or lover.
I wanted to tell you that I did not care much