"I cut my hair!" Galad sounded exasperated. "What answer do you want from me? If someone mistook me for my brother, that's not my problem! You can line up whatever facts you want in those fucking notes and my answer will be the same. I cut. My hair."
He glared right back at Mr. Cavanaugh, unbent by the Banshee's chilling look. "If I were to punish my brother, it wouldn't be for his choice to abandon me. It would be because he mocked my sincere attempts to make other friends to take his place. He walked!" Galad pointed at the door, raising his voice. His arm dropped. "I stayed."