[Ex-scion...? Sinclair falls to the side, his vision blurring a little. But he's curled up, still ready to hit back at the next opportunity. Anger and frustration bubbles up in him]
...but I don't even know you. What could I have done to make you hate me so much?
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...but I don't even know you. What could I have done to make you hate me so much?