by Yasuhiro Fujawara, January 11 2026
Chapters 1 through 3 are packed with information as a story, and I think many viewers feel confused upon first viewing.
But looking back at them as Talan, I strongly feel these three chapters were “A story where everyone stands at an irreversible turning point.” Yamato. Earth. Galman-Garmillas. Dezarium. Justice and evil, future and past, evolution and elimination.
None of these are depicted as simple opposing forces. Each stands on the ground of believing “we are right.” That is precisely why this story is painful, and yet beautiful.
Dezarium: The “Future”
Dezarium calls itself future humanity. Clothed in reason and rationality, it discards emotion and doubt as “inefficient.” But seeing its form, I cannot help but recall the Garmillas of old. A politics that held up an absolute entity, permitted no questions, and imposed righteousness from above. It was indeed powerful. But simultaneously, it was a rule that robbed people of the space to think.
The “salvation” Dezarium speaks of resembles far too closely the “Holy War” we once believed in. If things continue like this, might Earth too repeat the same mistake as Garmillas once did? Such apprehension, I could not shake off.
Dagon’s Pride: Being a Garmillan
Dagon’s action is depicted in Episode 10. His passion might be called “outdated” or “dangerous” by many. But as Talan, I understand that heart painfully well. Even after learning the truth about Garmillas’s lifespan from Starsha, he still shouted, “We are Garmillas!”
That was not bravado. Nor was it a loss of control. It was the terror of having their very existence denied. Their civilization was old. Their ideology was backward. They were told they were unnecessary for the future. And yet, how could they simply relinquish the history and pride they had built up?
Even if Frakken and Yabu’s decisions turned out to be “correct,” we cannot condemn Dagon’s heart as wrong. He was the “heart” of the Garmillas people. That intensity, so painful, so agonizing…I couldn’t look away.
The existence of Sasha (This part is my imagination)
The Dezarium-made escape pod recovered by the Berger Fleet, emitting an Earth-style distress signal. Inside was Sasha. What follows is not an officially stated depiction. This is my own imagination, what I would have felt if I had been there.
The pod opened, and the moment that small body was bathed in light. The Supreme Leader must have lost all words. If any sound escaped him…
“Starsha…”
It wasn’t the name of a lover. The life that had been inside Starsha. The “future” entrusted to the Core. That existence he could only watch pass away in his own arms. Not through reason, nor through logic. I believe his soul understood. He knew this was Starsha’s child.
Before the President’s words could spill out as emotion, I might have spoken without thinking.
“This is likely…Sasha-sama, I believe.”
Neither loyalty nor flattery. It was the resolve to face the inescapable truth alongside this person. As one standing in that place, I believe it was an unavoidable moment.
The quiet beginning of a divergence
Chapters 1 through 3 depict neither flashy victories nor clear defeats. Instead, they depict who believed in what. Who held their ground where. And who crossed the line.
The leader’s silence. Sasha’s quiet gaze. Dagon’s pride. And my own hesitation. All of it quietly, yet undeniably, revealed
the weight of the choices awaiting us ahead.
These three chapters were not the calm before the storm. I feel they were the story of those who stood firm even within the storm.
