"Damned giants…" Zik sighed. "Look at what they're making us do. We lost many good men and women, we fled, and now we're being punished for our cowardice by letting a boy play with us."
Zik was the only man within the four survivors that the team found. He was forty-three years old, and had seen many things in his long life, so he could easily pick up on Jimmy's desperate efforts, and in a way, fit for this age of time, he saw Jimmy's efforts as a form of harassment.
Zik saw Icha heal in real time, he saw her bruises go away, but he still had his doubts. For personal reasons, he was hesitant.
"Are you doing alright, Zik?" Nechi asked him. "If you're embarrassed, we can distract you, but if you need help, please lay down right now, or else we might lose you today."
Nechi was trying to repeat what Jimmy said. She tried to support her boyfriend, as he was under enough stress already, but Zik didn't want to hear it.
He said, "Help the young one. I'm fine."
