Dragoncrest Cliffs My jumpsuit is on steady

He wouldn’t be her son if he doesn’t protest but he throws the same thing back into her face as he’s done time and time again. She’s done her best to move on, finding a new purpose and new place in life. It isn’t where she expected to be but she takes it with relative ease. If Eastwood has only come to Drageda to make everyone miserable, she’d send him back with orders.
 
“That’s right, it’s my fault. Not yours. It is my guilt I have to live with. You act like I did not lose him too.” she starts, struggling to keep a steady voice. Normally a stoic woman, able to dictate what emotions she wants to convey, has a hard time hiding the pain of his sword deeper into her wound. “You make peace with it by grieving the loss of your father, honoring his memory. Do you really think he would want it to be this way?”