Chapter 3: Clutches of the Past

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Here I am... inside a black nothingness... Memories when I was just a mere Airship...

Nothing.

I can't feel anything.

Void.

Emptiness.

Santa Elva...

Before I came here, into this world...

Ahh... I wish to forget those sounds... too bad, it always comes back, flowing like a twisted waterfall, aiming to torment me by drowning me in it.

Why did I feel nothing? Those wounds should've felt like something, but now, I don't feel anything.

As I ran my hand through my forehead... not a single trace of wounds...

Then, my leg... I thought it was broken...

Everything.

Why?

Why am I human? Or more precisely, How?

Is this some twisted plan by God?

Damn it, I remember now...

There were bombs raining death upon civilians' houses...

Why? I thought only the Aurelian Officials were responsible for the Civil War...

They're all needless deaths...

Ah... My SWBMs... I tore apart so many planes before... before that damned Southern Cross shot me down.

Those days... I don't necessarily like them, nor do I hate them.

I simply don't feel anything.

What are feelings anyway? I've never had them before...

I used to be a King, lording over the skies of Aurelia, but now, that matters little.

Urgh, the pilots' dying screams... I can hear them now...

Damn, it must be a painful way to go...

Ground forces, and ships... I remember my Shock Cannon vaporizing them.

But somehow, I feel nothing.

Well, I am not human myself, that explains something.

But seeing them die...

Oh, I remember this feeling...

Guilt.

Why am I feeling that anyway?

It's... beyond me.

Heh, great, I'm contradicting myself.

Now... What was the purpose of the war?

I only remembered something along the lines of "Retribution".

Ah, right, "Retribution for Years of Exploitation" as Commander Navarro said it.

It's revenge, then.

The conspiracy.

Those damned Aurelians sought to profit from our 12 full years of Civil War...

In turn, we attacked back. It's only natural.

But why were there wars in the first place? The Aurelian War, I can get that.

But why the Civil War? Is there anything Commander Navarro is hiding from us?

Ergh... I remember it... My Shock Cannon whirring to life, producing an all-consuming blue light.

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