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Baelor stood at the foot of Maekar's bed.
"I know you're a ghost," Maekar said, not bothering to lift his head. It had been a long day, and his entire body ached right down to the bone. "Go bother someone else."
"You would send me away?"
"Don't twist my words," Maekar snapped, because it had always been Baelor interrupting his business, dragging him from pillar to post, always there, in Maekor’s peripheral vision. "I would never cast you aside."
"And yet you killed me," Baelor said.
"And yet I did," Maekar said, and did not look at his brother's corpse.