"Direction is more important than speed. Many are going nowhere fast." -Unknown.
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Heaven went down on her knees next to her bed where Zamiel was lying and took his icy cold hand between hers.
"Zamiel." She called him gently, as if he could hear her.
He didn't move. He wasn't even breathing. Heaven looked at Ilyas. "What happened to him?" She asked.
Of all of them, he probably knew more about the death of ancients.
Ilyas looked down. "I think he is… leaving." He said.
Heaven tightened her hold around his hand. He must be in so much pain if he was leaving this slowly. She couldn't even tell how much pain because she couldn't differentiate between his pain and her pain anymore.
