Having given up thinking, they had truly become nothing.
The Little Black Hands didn't know why they had forgotten how to think; they had even forgotten what they themselves were.
It was a peculiar thing, but now, with the return of thought, the situation grew serious.
It seemed all of this was due to the contract. This contract originated from the Summoner, who, by its terms, held absolute command over them. If instructed to go east, they dared not go west.
The Summoner did not grant them freedom.
The Little Black Hands knew they yearned for this freedom. They also desperately wanted to know where they came from and where they were destined to go.
That fragmented memory consisted of shards in their minds, slowly pieced together as their thoughts returned.
They discovered they had always been moving forward at the behest of others. Their memories had even been altered—an utterly unjustifiable act.
