Lucas cradled the unconscious Hannah like a princess, and carried her up to the Dark Arrow, his gaze calm, unbothered by the frost on her. He walked as if there was an invisible flight of stairs in the sky, and until he disappeared in the ship, and the door at its tail closed behind him, no sound appeared, as if the city had been muted.
Not long later, the Dark Arrow rose higher in the sky. Lucas was back beside the window, looking outside.
He didn't bother looking at the messengers below, nor at the heads lining up in front of them. The faces twisted in greed, fear, or hatred disgusted him.
For the greater good, the countries around the world had made sacrifices, and whether they had tried to act smart did not matter. He knew that they would soon tear one another apart like hyena, and their nature, for him, was the best revenge there could be.
With his gaze tinted with those thoughts, the planet, which should have looked beautiful, felt sad to him.