I know—we had everything, T'Challa and I. And what you had was him, and only until our father killed him. So I won't ask to see your book again, and maybe I shouldn't say this either, but I wish you would tell me about uncle, a little. Because we shouldn't forget him. It's wrong that I never knew about him, and I can only know about him now through you.
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[sort of blurts out]
I know—we had everything, T'Challa and I. And what you had was him, and only until our father killed him. So I won't ask to see your book again, and maybe I shouldn't say this either, but I wish you would tell me about uncle, a little. Because we shouldn't forget him. It's wrong that I never knew about him, and I can only know about him now through you.