It was modeled after the great Japae, the place his son had built. Chaos found himself drawn to this planet. Sure, it was apparently governed by the people who probably wanted him captured dead or alive right now, but that didn't much matter to him. He had to come here... To remember.
He hadn't even really seen his son since he was freed. He knew that his son was well alive, but... Come to think of it, what with his son's clone, C2323, having been prancing around free for awhile, Chaos probably hadn't truly talked to his son in over ten years. That was pretty sad to him. He wanted to see his son again, to rekindle their relationship as father and son, only...
Really, he and his son never had gotten to have that kind of relationship, and it saddened him deeply. The tragedy that had occurred in the Era Village all those years ago had changed fate itself. How ironic was it that his son, for a time, WAS fate itself? His son had been changed without Chaos, that was for sure. Was it for the better, though?
Chaos knew that deep inside, he was probably a really bad person. He was the son of Anarch- No. He refused to say that. Anarchy had been no father, not at all. Then, though, had Chaos been a father? No. And was it too late to change that?
As he placed his hand on a building, feeling the structure of it, a tear started to fall down his eye as he wondered that very question. Could he be the father that he wanted to be to his three children? He didn't even know where Kai or Hikaru were, and K2323 was busy with his wife and kids. And then, there was the Anrufe.
The tears fell down his face as Chaos found himself wondering.