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"No," Kas agreed. "You're not dead, Junior." The rest of the girl's words were touching, but unrealistic. Kaskara had a feeling, though she didn't know for certain, that Blue Willow would never forgive her for what she had said. Peregrine certainly wouldn't forgive her for shouting at his best friend right after he had seen what he thought was his daughter's remains. But how do you explain that to a young girl? That adults didn't always forgive each other, no matter how much of a mistake it truly was? "I know it was a mistake, Junior, on everybody's end. But I don't think your father would ever forgive me."

She smiled softly, sad though pleased that Junior wasn't angry with her. Of course what she'd done hadn't been nice, but she hadn't lied about it, hadn't tried to cover it up. She had made no excuses for herself that weren't truthful. "I would love to apologize to them, of course I would. I just don't think it would help. Anyway, I've found my big brother and live with him now. I'm happy there." She glanced toward the plateau and wondered something, though she didn't have the heart to ask just then. Shaking her head, she turned back to Junior. "Enough of this sadness, though! Tell me about you! Where were you when we were all looking for you? Probably out slaying dragons, huh?"