We moved today, trying to get back to the village. Lawrence is still down about William the American's death. Angelo is still down about Mosao's death. It seems a lot better on Lawrence's side, but Angelo is truly affected. I don't blame him, but I need him to cheer up, or else something bad might happen to him.

  "What are you worried about now?" Lawrence asked me, his sigh coming across well.

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  I shrugged, "I need to get Angelo to cheer up or else something bad might happen."

  "Like what?" he questioned, "Ain't nothing bad going to happen."

  I excused his bad grammar and told him, "Many, many things could happen. He could be caught in a sneak attack, he couldn't be looking where he's walking, he could accidentally go off and not be able to find us. There's so many other things too. Lawrence, you know that this is dangerous and we shouldn't be walking."

  Lawrence nodded, "Whatever you think, Felix."