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“There’s no proof of me being the murderer either. You can’t kill someone just on a whim. There’s no evidence to paint me as the one you're seeking,” I argued, hoping to be spared. Joseph’s grip on my hand firmed while Billy showed no visible change of mind. He believed me to be the killer of his deceased brother. We can also see that the belief was prompted by a lack of evidence. “Since there’s nobody to blame, you just want to get rid of your duty of avenging your brother by killing an innocent civilian,” I wanted him to offer me some form of sympathy for my cause. Proudly, he uttered, “No amount of manipulation could save you from this situation. I have been dying to get my hands on you because I’ve always perceived everyone here as dangerous. You can’t be sure about who would end