“Get back?” asked Loaf. “Why would you want to get back?”
“Because Mother and Param are still there.”
“Param?” asked Umbo.
“My sister,” said Rigg.
“They were doing fine without you,” said Loaf. “What do you owe to them?”
“What do you owe to Leaky?” asked Rigg defiantly.
“We’ve known each other most of our lives,” said Loaf. “You’ve known your sister for, what, twenty minutes?”
“Well if you don’t want to help me do the thing I need to do, then why are you here?”
“Tell us what you need us to do,” said Umbo, trying to defuse the argument.
“Things are coming to a head,” said Rigg. “I don’t know what it means, but they’re spying on us more and more. And there are meetings—the spies are meeting with more people. Different people.”
“Spies?” asked Loaf.
“I don’t know who they are, I only know their paths. They used to meet with members of the Council. Now they’re meeting more often with General Citizen.”
“Who?” asked Umbo.
“The officer who arrested us.”
Loaf came to a complete stop in the middle of the street. People behind him bumped into him, took a glance at his size and strength and angry demeanor, and apologized. “You still haven’t told us what you want us to do!” said Loaf.
“Param is afraid . . .”
“Still not an answer!” roared Loaf.
“People are looking at us,” said Umbo.
Loaf continued glaring fiercely at Rigg.
“I need to get out of the city and I need to take Param with me and then I’m going to the Wall.”
“I’ve been to the Wall,” said Loaf. “There’s nothing there.”
“I’m going through it,” said Rigg. “And if we can make it work, so are you.”
“No I’m not,” said Loaf.
“Fine,” said Rigg. “But I am. And I’m taking Param with me, because we’re the ones that will be hunted down wherever we might go inside this wallfold. But I can’t do it without Umbo—if he doesn’t go to the Wall with me, I don’t think I can get through.”
Umbo wasn’t sure he was happy about this. “Is it because you want me or because you need my ability to slow you down in time?”
Rigg rolled his eyes. “I’m the guy with the paths, you’re the guy with the ability to slow time for me. But it’s still me, and it’s still you.”
“So even if I can’t do everything you hope I can, you’d still want me with you?” asked Umbo. He hated how pathetic the question made him seem, but he wanted the answer.
“If you have an ability I desperately need, and you refuse to use it, then are you any kind of friend?” asked Rigg.
“I’m not refusing to—”
“Rigg, it’s such a pleasure to see you again,” said Loaf. “You’ve managed to pick quarrels with both of us now.”