“Okay, whatever you say. I have water if you want it.” Lennon pulls over to the side of the road, waiting for the boy to make a decision.

Carra snarls and goes down to the pit to exercise, to work out her anger and resentment.

Zenith gives a strained smile, panting a little as her thin figure struggles to support his weight. She grunts softly, and flips him off of her, the momentum pulling her on top of him with a red face. “Sorry.”