" She's my /sister./" He had no doubt that Clarisse was telling the truth: that Darri was down here in the caves, that she was trying to end the spell. And that she was about to die. "If you kill her, I'll tear this country down. I'll grind silver into the soil. I swear it."
Clarisse blinked at him, completely unconcerned. "Why? You don't love her."
"I don't like her," Varis snarled. "I /do/ love her. "

― Leah Cypess , Nightspell (Mistwood, #2)