I just wanted to be normal," Allwyn said, and a hard lump rose in Calvin's throat. He'd thought, when he'd met the funny little clerk, that he had nothing at all in common with him, but it was growing ever-clearer that the unlikely pair had far more in common than first met the eye.
"Believe me," Calvin said, with feeling, "I understand that. I suppose it just... hadn't occurred to me that a Clovennian would have any reason to... hide themselves. That way. Clearly I was very wrong." He couldn't help but think of Simon then, how, sandwiched between two Gifted brothers, he'd so often felt like the abnormal one, as if there were a part of him that was missing.
"Of course I won't tell anyone," Calvin promised. "But I'm... afraid I have some bad news." He looked into Allwyn's eyes. "I'll be going to jail tomorrow," he said. "I'm... going to confess to orchestrating the burglary at Rosier. And... pretend I'm head of the resistance."