Fathoms

This is what you wanted?!
    The words reverberated around them, throbbing in their minds like a bad headache. Alistair clutched his orange locks in exasperation. Emil observed the neglected buildings below him, his eyes squinting against the wind.
    He cleared his dry throat. "We need to get moving."
    Alistair finally lowered his hands from his head and faced his kin. He bit his lip, his eyes wide and excreting tears. Emil placed a hand on his companion's shoulder, his voice warm and understanding. "The roads of Zion are in mourning."