Mommy, I wanna go home!
Though he wanted to remain unsurprised and nonchalant, Creed, was ultimately an ordinary twenty-year-old.
Rebelling against Imperator Amos, the champion who had fought against Commander Radcliffe for days and nights without rest? Elma may have had a death wish, but he certainly did not! He would have ground his teeth and do it if sacrificing himself for Mycroft had been worthy of his death, but to die for an alien race's rebellion… it was not worth it at all!
Creed remembered the distant sights of the battle in the distance when he was still with the Fleet. As the Commander, the Imperator, and the Grand Patriarch fought on, planetary systems shattered one after another while planets were reduced to dust. Even stars were simply large energy sources while the world crumbled like cookies…
Rebelling against such a champion?
Urgh…
Creed missed the minced pork needles his mother used to make back home.
