[He stops at another door, thinking hard about what he remembers of home. But try as he might not to listen, to find it in him to leave, his knuckles go white gripping the handle. Byerly is right. He knows he's right. It goes everything against what he believes in, but after all this time, it sticks.
He leans his head on the doorframe, waiting up for him.]
When your sister wakes up, I'm going to tell her you were right for once. She'll scarcely believe it.
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He leans his head on the doorframe, waiting up for him.]
When your sister wakes up, I'm going to tell her you were right for once. She'll scarcely believe it.