But I wouldn't, Arthur. Because the 'simple idiot farmer' who raised me on her own in a border village nobody cared about, and the 'simple idiot farmer' who was my best friend until he was killed by a crossbow bolt meant for you? They would never have made me a man who would judge someone for their blood and not the choices they've made.

And even if they had, I would have grown beyond it. As I hoped you had.