"Huh," grunted Zua'the, releasing the strap above his head. He walked toward the cockpit and stared out at the barren landscape. "Is there even anything on this planet?"
He wanted to ask a lot of things, like if anyone thought that Ariel would have made it through that turbulence on her own or if there was even a building or something that would let her find shelter. However, he was hesitant to voice any of his concerns.
He wasn't an overly religious person. His kind didn't really believe in Gods or anything like that compared to some of the other species in the universe, but he was hesitant about what he sent out into the universe, just in case a higher being was listening.
After all, just because he didn't believe in the Dark Lord, that didn't mean that the Dark Lord didn't believe in him.
