"What is Hosea doing . . . ?" He mumbled.
Yael opened his eyes, and then looked back to where Ephraim was looking. Hosea had crawled towards Pelmon's body, his robe getting soaked with their mixed blood.
"Pelmon . . . wake up . . . we need to help Yael get the vessel," he exclaimed. "We need to get that vessel so Yael could help those children . . . we promised to be his strength, so you shouldn't laze around . . ."
Ephraim released a ragged breath as he sees Vashti slowly approaching Hosea.
Hosea's blank gaze darted to the disproportionate head of Vashti. He curved his lips into a smile. "You too, Vashti . . . help me here . . ."
"V-vashti, wh-what are you—ARGH!"
