those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it

I didn’t know what to say as the words tumbled out of Xina’s mouth. I looked at her. Watched her. There was no lie. But I didn’t know quite what was going on in her head. She certainly hadn’t seemed, well, right before. The way she looked at me. The way she looked at the environment. But thankfully, that seemed to be over. The words that came out next they made sense.

I knew there had to be something wrong with Sahin if he hadn’t come. I was pretty sure now that he never would. He’d disappeared again. Maybe that was a thing with stallions. I hung my head a little. Death? Who had died? Mera? I looked at Xina.

“‘Oo dahed, Xeenuh?” I looked at her. I was glad to hear Conquistador was still there. At least Sokka had someone around. I was relieved that my boy was alright. She encouraged me to go to him and I was about to eagerly announce my intent. Then I let it settle in. “Ah can’ bring ‘im da dis place.” I stated. I should go all the same. “Ah’ll beh dead fer Ah seeh un o’ mine in dis pid o’ cobras.” I stamped against the ground. My eyes met Xina’s. “Bud Ah will guh da ‘im soon. Ah dink Ah can find a way da sneak oudda ‘ere.” I looked around.

I hoped the other men hadn’t heard of this. But that cursed black seemed to sneak around these parts. Who knew what he heard. In any event, he was never going to get his hooves on my precious little boy. I meant what I said about this place. This cursed, dark, death-filled place.