Jr. rolled his eyes at Robert. He slipped the knife he kept up his right sleeve and cut the restraints holding his arms down. Rule number 9, never go anywhere without a knife. he said, smiling. Continue, if you must. he said to Robert. He figured he may as well let the man work, it seemed to be the only way he was going to be able to leave the room.
Thaor Sr sighed, and turned to Robert. I'm afraid, you're mistaken about why I'm here. he said, turning to his son. I am so proud of you, you've been amazing, but , Robert is right. You need to rest, you're of no use if you're dead. Sr turned back to Robert.
It wasn't Jr's emergency that brought me to Michael's house, it was Michael's panic. At first, I thought I was stuck here because I needed to fix things with my son. Now I know the truth. I need Michael and your forgiveness. he said, his voice shaking.
I'm sorry Robert, Michael, Khaat, for all of the devastation I caused in your lives. Please forgive me. He said, turning to Robert, Michael, and Khaat, in turn.
Rule number 6, never say you're sorry, it's a sign of weakness. Jr said to his father. There was so much to take in, he decided to ignore it all.
That's the point, I was weak. I was lured into the Department of Mysteries, cursed, and I tried to kill Robert, then blew up half of Hogwarts. I am weak. That is my legacy, that is my story. I can't change that,