Haru had remembered being all his life in some kind of tank, one or another. He had been one he heard when he was very young near the west. He had been in a tank on a truck he did believe was moving him somewhere else. He had been in a tank from what he then heard was on the East. He felt like he’s traveled so many places, that he didn’t even care to be. All he wanted to to go where he had once heard of- the ocean. It was so much bigger, and had so many things to see. That’s where he always wanted to be, but it didn’t look like he would ever get there.
He had held onto some hope for it the whole time, but soon as he arrived at the location, he gave it up. It wasn’t like he was socially interactive much in the first place (though he knew most of his kind was, he wasn’t like that), he became even more withdrawn, and had hardly eaten anything, he just didn’t feel hungry anymore either. He felt, without his purpose, his goal, his dream, there was no point in much of anything.