Kazuma don't you get it?! You can't feel anything towards those people, your existence is hollow, fleeting, MEANINGLESS! You were created to be nothing more than a tool to be used, and tossed away when your usefulness is gone. I was the same way. However, if we embrace how we really feel, if we hate everyone, and make them hate us...
[His eyes trail downward to a mouse that seemed to get inside the mall somehow. Suddenly, the snake-like hook of the Ouroboros darts out of the ground and snatches it up before disappearing, leaving nothing behind but a small bloodstain. Hazama grins badly.]
...then we can make our existences mean something.