"I don't know if I want to be forgiven for my actions." Fix or atone, it always lead to some form of forgiveness. He wasn't ready for that yet, not with Jeyne so clear in his mind and the screams of that night. His mother, his wife, his brother. He couldn't let that go yet and accept the title, as though nothing had changed.

"Why?" He finally looked over at her, his face pained. "Why were we brought back?" For the war, yes. He knew that and knew their reasoning, but why him when there were good men that fell at his side. Why not his mother or wife instead?

"It doesn't matter what I want." He muttered again.