"We didn't have anything," he says, repeating something it'd taken Talia's prompting to make him realize. "Just him. He could control us." Not Tim, though, Tim had a family, did, at least, when he started out.
"It'll be yours, too," he says, looking up. "Your family. You're my brother, you're its uncle."
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"It'll be yours, too," he says, looking up. "Your family. You're my brother, you're its uncle."