This probably isn't something he could have forseen...what with the Undead of my world seemingly being different than others...

[The idea struck him as odd. Having a father. Having someone older to care for you and to warn you of things like that...it wasn't anything Hajime had experienced. He was tempted to ask what it was like, but now probably wasn't a good time. Yet he might have, in his earlier days as a human...

His attention is quickly drawn to the drones. They're nasty enough to draw him out of his pondering.]

I've never seen anything quite this...grotesque. I'd try to destroy them, but I'm not quite sure how well that would work.