You have nothing to feel guilty about. Neither of you."
"So I shouldn’t feel guilty about Fang? Is that what you’re saying," Jo-Vanna rebutted. "He didn’t just die protecting himself, or just trying to survive, and he wasn’t enjoying his freedom. He was trying to protect me. He died helping us get Scratch and Picket," she added petting her meerkin. "Don’t get me wrong, I love having my own bolainin, but was it really worth it? Was it worth his life to have them?"
"Mmm," Greegus said. He said it with an air of bravado. "Fang! His death was a death to be proud of—a death worthy of description on the ribbon. He faced two Prim at the same time and held them off long enough for you to escape. His death was a death that I would be proud to have!"
The ribbon was the basis of all of the legends and beliefs of all of the people of Bolimar. The ribbon was a cloth that hung in the great hall in the castle of Messolina. According to legend it was found by the ancients and not created by them. Upon its discovery it already had names listed on it. It was discovered, afterward, that names could be added to it by the listeners, when the listeners mourned the deaths of those that they cared about. The listeners could hear things from beyond the veil, both the veil that lead to other worlds, and the veil that separated the present from the future. As names were added to the ribbon the ribbon grew in length. It started as a small, red, cloth; no bigger than a hanky and over the millennia it has grown. It has grown to the point that it drapes along the outer edge of the great hall like a curtain wall. It is filled with names of the dead, and in some cases, with the tails of how great and respected people have died.
"And yes, Jo-Laina … Fang’s death was necessary. Your bolainin are necessary. Without them we cannot talk to you at all. We can hear what you have to say, but you cannot hear what we have to say. And you have to admit that having some sight has come in handy."
"I love Picket, and I’m glad for him," Jo-Vanna said. "All I’m saying is that I agree with Jo-Laina on this. We are Prim. There’s no denying that, but I don’t see how we are worth dying for. The Prim are heartless. The Prim are ruthless and only care about serving themselves. And now that we have invaded one of their camps and taken our meerkins from them, they will be coming for us. Now we endanger everyone."
"But now the danger we face has a purpose," Panpar said. "Let them come and if they catch us they get the fight of their lives!"
"And we die!" Jo-Laina added. "I don’t know if that part sinks through that damn thick skull of yours, Pan! We cannot match two Prim. Fang lasted as long as he did because they were overconfident and toyed with him. They won’t make that mistake again. They know our shadows now. If they get close enough to sense us there will be no running. We will all die on this quest."
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