It's day… I don't even remember anymore. Another day, I wake up in hopes of seeing you again. Another day when I lose a bit of my humanity… for something that wasn't even my fault.
Zera thought, dipping a finger bone into blood-slurry.
He was writing his thoughts on the walls of his room. It was the only way he could recall his human nature, as the rest of it was long gone.
Just to be around Hina, he had abandoned the principles he grew up with. The hands and spear he only used to hunt mutants were being used to kill humans. Not just to kill them, but also to consume them.
If Hina saw him like that, she wouldn't recognize him as her brother. But what other choice did he have?
He couldn't possibly survive the journey to find another camp. Perhaps Min knew that and wanted him to die.
If not for him… I would still be there. Not living in misery… It's all because of him!
