"I don't miss..." Vincent starts, then hesitates. "I don't need my mother. I didn't get to say goodbye to anyone. I... I had friends." He says it firmly, as if it wouldn't be believed.
He draws himself up, trying to will himself tall enough to look Kristoff in the eye. "What is the worst thing he has done? I need to know. Even if I can't leave here, I need to know."
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