“Take me to the apothecary at Darkholme”,
but It had already been arranged.

Zod knew that he would receive comfort in the doting arms of Yekaterina.

But Zod was not comforted,
And left to his own tortured mind,
The waiting for a respite soon turned into a brooding hint that it was gone.

Zod farmed deeper into despair and he planted the first seed of his flowering heart-brokenness inside the chamber his rediscovered heart.

Zod found a heart inside his chest again, but it was too late for comfort.

And so longing for the life he had before he met her,
and not being able to turn back time
He left, and left, and left.