capable of using me for it. I had never seen this before. It was almost like he understood. “You don’t hate me at all,” I said in almost a whisper, afraid to hear the answer. But his answer came steadily, like it was obvious to him: “No.” I found, then, that I wasn’t angry anymore about what he had done to me, to get Eijeh out. He had done it because of the same quality, in him, that made him so accepting of me now. How could I fault him for it? “All right.” I sighed. “Be up early tomorrow, because we’ll need to train harder if you expect to get your brother out of here.” His water glass was
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