Carrick was buried near the Virgine Falls. No one could get Zlu back who continued to kneel beside his grave. He cast his eyes on the freshly dug soil. At first he stared and stared while twisting around the ring in his left hand's finger. His face remained passive in a way that it unnerved his group. "Carrick is down there," he murmured. "What the hell did god need him for? He was better here with me." What was he left with now? Loneliness… for the lifetime. He twisted the gold band more and more. "You must be lonely there, Carrick," he whispered as he caressed the soil over him.
Anastasia wanted to come out and see the burial, but the image of Iskra getting maimed because of her kept flashing in her mind. "Another death…" she rocked in her place.
