At this moment, Kukudar was beginning to understand everything.
It was also then that Kukudar remembered.
He remembered crashing into his home planet, and the creature there who had pleaded desperately for its life. But in his rage, he had devoured it in a single bite.
These images spun endlessly in his mind.
So much so that, in his half-awake, half-asleep state, his body, already coiled into a ball, unconsciously tightened even further.
'This isn't my fault!'
'If there's anything to blame, it's that the world has always been this cruel.'
'After all, no one is born overwhelmingly powerful.'
Back in ancient times, when life first appeared on the Life Planets, hadn't Kukudar himself grown by constantly defeating and devouring other living beings?
'That's just how the world is.'
'Besides, isn't it common for members of the same species to kill each other, even among the Human Race and all the other Races?'
'They kill and eat their own kind, so why shouldn't I eat them?'
