Call Me Fighter

~ ZEV ~

Sasha stared at him, her eyes wide and pleading. Her face was pale, her eyes deeply shadowed with lack of sleep, and heavy with grief. The look on her face… it called to him. Begged him to hear her, and everything in him fought.

She thought they needed the Anima? That they couldn't get through this without them? He wanted to snap his teeth at the thought!

"But… that's not what happened," he growled. "Zan didn't die. We did get what he needed—"

Sasha's brow furrowed. "Exactly my point! Can't you see—it had to happen this way! If we hadn't met them when we arrived…" her face crumpled and she covered it in her hands. "It was the plan, Zev. The Creator's plan. It had to happen that way. And I'm so sorry. So sorry that it hurt you—I wish we could have found them in a more… peaceful way. But the truth is we know now… we need them. Zev, Zan needs them."

Zev let her go like her skin burned. He stepped back, shaking his head. "What are you saying?"