"That's the trouble with twins." Galad leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, hands clasped. "It's not my fault if people mistake me for my brother, or vis versa. What do you expect us to do? Wear a name badge all day?" The elf chuckled and shook his head. "If people claim to have seen Gilderoi in two different places at once, those people are mistaken."
Sighing, Galad set his gaze on the nearby wall, looking over Mr. Cavanaugh's framed pictures. "My brother didn't lose anything." His voice was more terse now and his fingers tightened. "You can't lose something you never had."