"Honestly? I don't know." Monville spoke with his shoulders down and his chin hanging low. His voice was low. "I just know that we have to mine and mine and mine."
"And you don't sleep, you don't eat, you don't rest..."
"Yes. We are created that way." Monville squirmed. He was embarrassed. He was ashamed. "I am sorry for what I did. I caused humiliation for my race. They must have rejected me. I am a cast-off..."
"Oh, Monville!" Ara did not know what to say. She wanted to comfort him but she waited for Emyr's statement.
"You were a cast-off the moment you went with Noni," Emyr sighed. "I think, destiny pushed you to be attached to Noni."
Monville thought of this another side of his story. "You mean, I was pushed to notice Noni in that moment..." He cupped his four-fingered hand to his
