The screams and the flames. The fact that the massacre at Native Lakes was
my fault. Everything seemed to be trying to tear me apart. Everything from my
guilt to the feeling of loss inside of me. Everything. I closed my eyes as I
tried to form a prayer to the one who could save me. The one that would talk to
Gaia and plead my case. But I doubted Fang could truly help me now as I felt I
deserved any punishment that came my way.
The Glory of the Sun was quiet as if life itself was angry at me. If the
Rethi ship hadn't crashed, this would've been another place of worship. It
would have been peaceful. If I had only killed the Rethi then Frank would still
be alive. Everything was my fault.
