"What?" Gil was actually taken aback at how different his brother had perceived the chain of actions. He frowned, shaking his head in bewilderment, and immediately tried to defend himself. "That's not-! When I came back to the school, I tried to make amends! I reached out to Felicity because you thought you could not have us both! I never severed our bond, you did!"
Gilderoi rose to his feet, fire spewing out of his eyes now. "I apologized for leaving you this summer. I have! And now you say I did everything wrong, even after I tried fixing it? I told you! You did not have to give up Felicity for me! But you did, so I tried to--"
Gil shook his head and jumped off the bed, agile as a cat. His face had hardened. "No, never mind. If you will not let me fix this, I cannot. You were always the stubborn oaf." The elf snatched the knife his brother his under his matrass and used it to slash the restraints around Galad's wrists.