Locke stumbled back and almost fell when Moggus flew up and looked him in the face. Ronan was floating over the water now—hopefully that was a good sign. One thing was confusing Locke greatly, though. Before he asked about this, he looked at Mia again. She looked okay but her voice was obviously worse. “We’ll get through this, Mia,” he promised to himself. He smiled at her, hoping to encourage her, despite his own misgivings concerning their present predicament.
“One question,” he said out loud to Moggus and Ronan. “You just said Ozma was a ‘true friend’ of the people of Grunbia. Well, we didn’t set out to hurt anyone, least of all any people of Grunbia, wherever that is, and he didn’t seem all that friendly to us!” Locke shook his head and continued. “So, I guess what I’m asking is…what was Ozma doing attacking us, and how did that lead us here? Are the others okay? Where are they?” He realized after the fact that this was not just one question, and he probably sounded pushy.
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