As the waves rolled in, Vivian gazed at Nucho's mournful face, and a pang of pity struck her. Everyone in this world carried some kind of pain. She took the wine from him, sipped it, and spoke with a hint of conviction.

"God doesn't feel guilty for anyone. When he takes away everything and everyone you love, you have two choices: take it back or avenge their death. Blaming him is useless; he'll only be complacent. Look, just like you, human stupid or not, all go through hell, Nucho, but we...