“STOP!” Fitz shouted, stalking over to his brother. “Stop trying to make everyone feel sorry for you!” “I’m not.” “Yes you are—and you know how I know?” Fitz leaned closer, getting right in his face. “If you were actually sorry, you’d volunteer to spend the rest of your life in that horrible cell. Same goes for if you really wanted to make sure you never hurt anyone again. But you don’t care. All you care about is yourself. And that’s how I know that even if you don’t recover your memories, someday you’ll go back to being that same creepy murderer.” Alvar had no answer. He just blinked hard
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