"Why are you here?" "Oh-- I came to tell the chieftain we're going to die." The girl said it quickly and with the same casual indifference as if she were announcing that the sun sets in the evening. Persephone narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me? What did you say? Who's going to die?" "All of us." "All of whom?" "Us." The girl looked puzzled, but this time Persephone wasn't certain if it was the tattoos or not. "You and I?" Suri sighed. "Yes-- you, me, the funny man with the horn at the gate, everyone."