"Should I even be asking what she's doing here?" Seth asked after Denise had spoken, falling to his butt and taking a rest on the red sea.
As Seth sat, within himself he let out a sigh and wondered about his life, just seconds ago he was literally about to die, he had been on a track that would send him to death, one he could take himself off, yet in the end, he had stubbornly persisted on it.
This curse of his, Seth did not truly understand, apparently it was meant to make him stupidly arrogant but Seth felt there was more to it, considering its uncanny way of acting up.
Were it not for the constant warnings he had been receiving throughout his life, Seth would have never even thought that he had a curse on him, he would have thought that he was simply a man who couldn't control his emotions and would have vainly been working on tempering it.
