The wind kicked up the soft orange-brown sand. The sun was setting, giving the land an even deeper orange hue. The air temperature started to drop, giving relief to the sweltering heat of the day.
Zero held on to his brown, ripped-up cloak against the wind. Stepping slowly towards the wind's source. He was totally alone. Constantly remembering when he was fighting for the resistance. He defeated the copy, so maybe everyone is safe now. What will he do now though. Maybe he'll just continue to wander this wasteland forever.
How long has he been here in this desert? Zero couldn't remember, since he stopped counting after a while. A memory of a certain girl, Ciel, was always in the back of his mind. It's like a video that continues to loop over and over. Over and over. Zero suddenly thought of a question that has lingered in his mind for so long. How long have there been wars against mavericks? From what he knows so far, he could guess that wars against mavericks have been happening over and over again for many years before he was reawakened. There are probably still many more things he still needs to learn about this world.
Now that he was alone, so many perfectly hidden questions and thoughts have traveled to his consciousness. They desperately want to be answered. They pound against Zero's mind, wanting him to speak their words.
He felt something was missing in his new life. He just simply woke up one day and fought right away. He fought against Neo Arcadia. He was just helping the Resistance, but was it from what he believed in or just from being asked to. Another question pushed to the surface: What am I fighting for? These words seemed vaguely familiar together, but he had no idea why. Zero had a feeling this question had came to him before, like an old friend. It tried to remind him of his past, but failed miserably. It just can't find a way to explain his past life in a way he'll understand. The only information it knew were the feeling of loss and emptiness. Zero didn't understand this sudden feeling that flooded through him when he thought of this question. He didn't understand any of it at all.
He fell to his knees. His legs dig into the soft, cool sand. He grabbed the ends of his cloak and wrapped it around him. Slowly giving in to these feelings. He needed these emotions to go away. He looked up at the dark orange sky and shouted for seemingly no reason. Zero thought this could help get rid of these feelings, and it proved successful.
With this over with, Zero stood back up and continued moving forward. A blue figure marched in the distance, the first company Zero has seen in weeks. It just looked like X, but a big red dot filled the center of its face, just another common X-lookalike. Another thought raced through his mind: maybe he should go back to the Resistance, back to Ciel. More blue figures appeared, following the trail of the first one. At first Zero didn't even bother to deal with them. He just left them alone. He just continued walking. They were getting closer, but Zero still didn't take out his saber. Soon the blue figures caught up to him, and pounced. Zero gripped his saber and a green blade instantly shot out of it. The green spark of his sword was the last thing the round, red eyes ever saw.