(Yosak's POV)
Yosak was just another cog in the Dark Star, he was born on one of the planets colonized by Godora. His father was one of the Godorian soldiers, and his mother was a local. It didn't take long for them to become close, and eventually, he was born.
His childhood was peaceful and happy, far from the central sphere of influence of Godora. The colony planets were much more open, because most of the population was hybrid, although there were indeed class differences between purebloods and hybrids. The low number of pure Godorians made it difficult to affect his small life.
Unfortunately for him, he soon discovered that life was much more complicated than expected. He never knew his father, but he sent money to his mother regularly. His mother said it was because he had a lot of work, but it was only years later that he understood that, to his father, he was more of a nuisance than a real son.
His mother smiled at him, but he could see the melancholy behind that smile. Even so, Yosak was young and didn't know much, to him, it was all normal.
His mother owned a small coffee shop, and he helped her bake bread and cakes. He particularly enjoyed decorating them, especially when he did it with his mother, those were some of the few times her smile didn't seem strange, but rather genuine.
Everything seemed fine to him, until one day, a Pureblood Godorian entered the shop. He didn't quite understand what happened at the time, but it was only years later, through his own investigations, that he found out.
That Godorian liked his mother and pretended the food was spoiled, saying he would have the shop closed. His mother cried at the time, and so did he, becoming furious with that man, but he knew he shouldn't act against the purebloods, so he endured it, but it still etched in his young heart.
In the end, the store didn't close, but he noticed that the man would appear from time to time, and he and his mother would be absent for a while before the man would leave in a hurry, and his mother would seem tired and have some bruises that she was trying to hide.
He couldn't understand it at the time, but he did understand later, she was coerced, molested, and raped.
Everything for him. For that little coffee shop that was their safe haven.
It continued like this for a few years, until his mother fell ill, she died months later. He wasn't an adult yet, so he was sent to an orphanage.
As for his father? He didn't want him, plain and simple.
At the orphanage, Yosak was forced to sign some documents, only later did he understand that he had essentially given away the cafeteria for some Enas, but even those Enas were confiscated by the orphanage director. When he grew up, he had nothing, he had to work in factories to survive.
At that point, Yosak had already understood a lot, what his mother had gone through, what the people at the orphanage had done to him, and the cynicism of a father he had never seen.
This fueled a deep hatred in Yosak, but it was drowned out by society, by daily life, by fear.
Until one day he accidentally awakened as a Super, ironically, but he managed to transform into a magical crest based on wind, very common, but it was a stroke of luck that befell him, he absorbed the magical crest and became a wind mage.
He thought his life was finally going to change, but when he looked for a way to enlist in the army, he didn't meet the minimum requirements, and they told him to come back when he reached Grade E.
But he didn't know how to train, he didn't even have a spell, he didn't have money to pay for lessons, he couldn't get loans or anything like that.
He had a future in the palm of his hands, but failing to use it was even more maddening than if he hadn't obtained the magical wind crest, especially when he heard that a pure-blooded Godorian who had just received a magical fire crest was accepted directly without any test!
The hatred he had buried inside him returned with force, he hated this world that had brought him forth only to suffer, he hated his father who had never cared for him, and above all, he hated this shitty society that valued lineage over talent.
It was at this point in his life that he was approached by a recruiter from Dark Star, they always paid attention to these rejected "talents".
He accepted without a second thought, he didn't care about anything else, he didn't even want to change Godora, he just wanted to see it burn, he hated them! Hated them! Hated them! Hated them! Hated them!...
//-//
Ringo reviewed the memories of the Dark Star intelligence officer, for a moment he didn't know what to say about Godora. Every civilization has its flaws, he could understand that even if they preach equality, it's impossible to keep an eye on every individual, even more so for a galactic society with an absurdly large and dispersed population.
The law may be just, but people are not.
Yosak's life was sad enough, and honestly, if he were in his position, he would have made the same choices, but that doesn't mean Yosak is right or wrong, they are just different positions.
He could understand that, but Ringo wasn't a Godorian, neither pureblood nor hybrid, so he wouldn't take sides just because he found one man's story sad.
Even so, the fate of many on the Dark Star would change because of this. Ringo had the impression that a good portion of the Godorian Hybrids were merely victims of a flawed system, an adjustment to their memories and he could reform them.
[A/N:This chapter was an attempt to give the characters more depth. When I try to create this type of chapter, people complain, but there are also those who complain that the characters are superficial. Anyway...]