Still in Poseidon's palace.
"Now what do we do?"
Vulcan's voice had been smothered both by frustration and demand. He didn't know which of the feelings had the best part of him. Things really were not what they really were.
"We can't possibly keep standing here. We should do something."
His face had folded into a thicker sheet of frown. At least he was giving a signal of how annoyed he was. But the expression on Kilp's face seemed to swallow his. For why would he be mad at them? Twasnt the fault of any one.
"Let's say the truth, our choices were defected. We could had done better."
Jite made a stray. Vulcan had wanted to talk about that in the first place but he had meant to address it when all the shit was over. Or say, when they get back to earth.
"Why didn't you make one?"