It was just so difficult to come to terms that the creation of something so beautiful was done by the deities that tortured her. Nebula of course was looking at the sunset as it captured her breath. The natural artwork painted across the horizon like artistic colours. It would make a canvas proud.
They had been here for three sunsets now, surviving on fruits and clean drinkable river water. Funny how this haven made her feel safe despite all the danger surrounding them. She had not spoken to Jon, since. He looked at her as he spoke to the others but she ignored him and he had not made any attempt to converse either. Finally, Jim could put his worried mind to rest as he could see Jon was safe, alive, well and with him.
Tae stuck to her side and that was all she needed. He did not hate her
