“Please tell me they didn't die rescuing me,” he implored.
“I could, but that would be a lie, but you mustn't go blaming yourself. The Mewdies are our sworn enemies, so blood would have been spilt one way or the other. They're another tribe to answer your next question.”
Although he was listening to what she was saying, Gullett couldn't process the words and make any sense of them because he was lost in his own thoughts.
As he watched the ceremony a feeling began to weigh heavily on him, and it didn't take a genius to work out what it was. Guilt. It was obvious to him that some of the deaths could definitely have been avoided if he hadn't have been present in that particular place at that particular time.
Filo looked up at him, smiled, and led him from the cave. Her hand was warm and c
