"My family. The Belmonts. Any of them." Frankly, there was only one Clove he didn't fear knowing his secret and he'd already disclosed it to him. Didn't want to stand out, didn't want to be different, didn't want to be used - though sometimes he wondered if they weren't using him already, given the work he did for them. Them, them, them - wasn't he a Clove, too? And if so, why did it come so easily to think of other Cloves as the Other?