Unlike the silence of the pod, which was broken only by the pods own humming, Dakarai's head was full of tumultuous, confused thoughts.
They'd looked. They'd kept looking. They hadn't given up.
The last few days...or was it weeks? He wasn't sure. Either way, it had been a seriously unpleasant blur.
He'd hurt Zara. He glanced sideways at her, perched nervously on the comfortably worn seat beside him. That had been the start of the downward spiral. They'd been training, he couldn't understand the technique Juan was showing them. Zara picked up everything so easily. Frustration was normal, but then it had been intolerable. He hadn't meant to hit her that hard. Then Juan had confronted him about his stim usage. Dakarai bristled slightly. Juan wasn't his father, he didn't have any right to tell him what to do.
But he didn't give up.