The Page of Doubt
The pinkish fur-ball yelled at them to stop, plunging his own claw into a comrade on the left. There was a shrill cry now and a bloodbath ensued. Rane could not stand it anymore. She began to close the door.
“Wait!” called the pinkish fur-ball. “Trust me, it’s not what you think it is.”
Rane stared at it. “Yes. I think that’s just what it is.”
The pinkish fur-ball kicked PinPin and climbed up his companions to stand so that he was level with Rane’ s head. “What do you mean?”
“I can’t trust anyone here. The only thing I can trust is that I can’t trust anyone. You are all lying to me. Bai is lying to me. The old woman is lying to me.”
“Bai never lied to you. He can’t.”
Rane let go of the door knob. “What do you mean he can’t?”
“That’s who he is. He can’t lie to you.”
“You can lie to me. Maybe you’re lying by saying that he can’t lie to you.”
“Fine. But he’s your guardian. He can’t lie to you.”
Then the pinkish fur-ball was kicked off the pile of the little creatures and disappeared into the foray.
Rane had other things to ask, but he was gone.
PinPin (who Rane could spot easily simply because he was matted in the most blood) pressed himself against the mesh. “Rane. Rane. You didn’t go into the other room did you?”
She shook her head. “No. There’s nothing inside.”
PinPin hooked his claws on the mesh. “There is. Touch the walls. You’ll see.”
“Why would I want to do that?”
He looked hurt. “You’re really suspicious aren’t you?”
She pushed blonde hair behind her ear. “You would be too, if every time you try to figure something out, it kills you.”
PinPin kicked one of his friends away so Rane could see him clearly. “I would, I think. If I had anything to figure out. But if you never know, it will still kill you.”