[He stares at the endless field of stars, feeling small and lost, an anger threading in him, something about Reyson's words feels off. Harlock understood the misery, the sentiment, but the facts, didn't feel right... wait. A fragment, a glimmer of understanding but the lack of context]

No, I was tricked - but, why would someone want to hurt innocent people like this?

[They must be people, they moved and sound like people, even if they gleamed and shine like metal]