“He’s very subject to interpretation, Mr. Sutherland, just like the rest of us. And you see him as small, helpless, hopeless. You tell him that often enough. He believes what you tell him.” “I don’t tell him that.” “He’s a reader,” Eric said. “Do you think he can’t read you? Everything you do tells him that.” “I don’t,” I insisted, but the cold deepened. Because I did tell him that. I never meant to. I never realized. I just wanted to protect him. No, I wanted him to need me to protect him. “I’m not a summoner,” I said. “However I saw him, I couldn’t alter him.” “You’re not a summoner,” he
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