Yeva took a deep breath and explained why Kherson, but Nastia could barely understand. Leave two girls and thirteen men alone in the dark, all for a glorified slug hundreds of miles away whose shell spiraled the wrong way? Or, the right way, apparently, for Yeva’s purposes. Nastia saw that she had misread Yeva, overestimated her moral compass. Or underestimated it? Nastia and Sol were only humans after all, two among billions, while that snail figured among a handful of its species. The snail was more valuable. Wasn’t that how these environmental fanatics thought?
