Harold woke before the rest of them. He knew Rose would leave. He understood her well. The wrath simmers. Harold burst through the flimsy doors of each person's home, yelling for them to wake up. Tiredly, each person woke to Harold's shouting and stood around the fire pit.

    "Harold! You know exactly what time we assemble, why did you wake us up before then?" Ashmit questioned, evidently displeased.

    "I'm sorry sir. I thought I should inform all of you about Rose's sudden disappearance." Harold responded tensely, glaring directly at Ashmit.

    Everyone looked around the camp, yet no one could see Rose. "You're all wondering where she went to and why she left. The answers are simple and straightforward." Harold said.

    "What did you do Harold?" Ashmit asked.

    Angered at this accusation, Harold furiously shouted at Ashmit, "You're wrong. You're always wrong. She left because of you and your leadership! Admit it, your leadership killed Boris and frightened Rose into running away!"

    "Hold on!" Dismas interrupted. "How can you make such a massive claim?"

    "The answer is perfectly clear. Rose followed Ashmit's leadership perfectly. According to Ashmit, we can be good on our own and we don't need anyone to shove commands down our throats. Yet Ashmit still shoves commands down our throats. If Rose thinks it is good to protect herself from danger, like Ashmit's hypocritical and dangerous ideals, then it would be correct for her to run away, right?"

The wrath boils. Walking closer to Ashmit, Harold continued his ramble. "But, look at the problem we have here. Because of Ashmit's atrocious ideals, we've lost two valuable members of our crew. His leadership encouraged Boris to put himself in danger. His leadership encouraged Rose to run away. When Ashmit encouraged Boris and Rose to do as they pleased, he actually harmed our crew. How can we create a thriving colony now?"

After listening to Harold's rant, Dismas thought about Ashmit's ideals and how they affected Boris and Rose. He knew Ashmit meant well with his ideas, but why didn't they seem to help the crew? Did Rose simply make a mistake, like Boris? Did the two misunderstand Ashmit? Harold's criticism paralyzed Dismas. He could not respond, yet Ashmit delivered a loud response in his place.

"Enough of this! I am not a foolish or unintelligent leader, like you were. I am knowledgeable and ambitious, and my plans are never wrong! I know you're conspiring against me, you've been trying to usurp my leadership since the first day we arrived. I don't know what you did to Rose, but I'll learn your secrets and expose you once and for all!"

The wrath surges. "Ashmit You Are Wrong. You Are Always Wrong. If Your Ideals Are Correct I Will Test Them."

"Calm down Harold, we need to remain civil and orderly." Vincent said, standing up.

"Sit down Vincent." Thomas commanded.

"You can never test my ideals, you don't have the intellect or the ambition. Take your best shot and fail miserably." Ashmit uttered.

The wrath overflows. Harold charged at Ashmit, pulling an object from his jacket's inner pocket. Alarmed, Vincent positioned himself between Harold and Ashmit, pushing them apart. "Be rational! Don't descend into disorder and chaos!" Vincent shouted fearfully.

"You're a fool, Vincent." Thomas said.

The wrath consumes. It covers, it scars, and it destroys. Orange light bursted from Harold's body, emitting a deafening boom. Vincent, in the wrath's way, screamed in agony and dropped to the barren ground. Harold fell to his knees, his furious expression unchanging, and collapsed, motionless and smoking. The wrath simmers, but never extinguishes. Rather, the wrath festers within a new host.

Thomas rushed over to Vincent, reeling and writhing with a pained look on his face, and picked him up. "I'll carry Vincent to the ship's medical facility. He's been greatly injured. I'll get to work immediately."

Silently, Marie followed Thomas into the ship. "Can't have a dead body lying around, it ain't sanitary."

She returned with a shovel and approached Harold's body, still smoking. Ashmit and Dismas carried Harold to the edge of camp, where Marie buried him. The crew spent the remainder of the godless day in silence and solitude. No one ate with each other, nor conversed with each other. No one followed any schedules.

Dismas, mortified by the morning's events, pondered Harold's last words. Harold tested Ashmit's ideals to expose their flaws. Harold followed his heart, did as he pleased. At last, Dismas understood the folly of Ashmit's ideals. At last, Dismas planned to act. At last, Dismas vowed to speak his truth.