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He lusted for revenge after what Varg had done to Øystein, but all he had to do now is reflect on what he did. It was worth every single painful and lonesome second of it, sitting inside of his cell, writing about Øystein and drawing pictures of him. He remembered him as happy, whenever his thoughts would wander towards him, the only thing he was able to remember was his bright smiling face and all the jokes they would share with each other.
He found himself in solitude, but part of him still felt like Øystein was there with him.