Ziel was weakly kicking a mound of dirt, over and over. He wasn’t using nearly the strength he was capable of, but from the expression on his face, he was still taking out some long-held anger. “Now?” Ziel demanded. “It had to be now? I pull myself back together, and the world ends!” Yerin jerked her head. “Come on, drop yourself down with us.” “Why? Is that the hill that will survive the end of all things?” “You rather die alone?” Ziel grumbled, but he trudged over and plopped down, still seething with visible frustration.
