Jehovah rested on Zinnia's back, tightly clinging on shaking. Her eyes were droopy, shutting every once and a while as she tried her best to keep awake. Resting on Zinnia's shoulder, she began whispering. "You should have left me to die…."
Zinnia turned her head, looking at Jehovah troubled. "What?"
"Without my Stage, I'm worse than useless. The Logic of the One dictates I shouldn't really exist in a subtle way. If you don't kill me, the Gardeners will essentially make concise work of my mistakes."
Zinnia literally stopped getting Iris' attention. "What is wrong, Zin?"
"Kill this, kill that. Is that all you were ever brought up on? I saved you because you are innocent, I can't stand by and watch someone who cannot fight back die, or so they actually thought. I don't know what this Logic of the One is, but I don't care. I'm a hero. I save as many people as possible…. Or at least, I tried."