Sir Gahariet of House Lotté

You and your brothers have been together for everything. Yours is an atlas weight shared by four sets of shoulders; it has always been this way, and it wasn’t wrong of you to think it would always be this way.

But you faced the Navarro Tower alone.

The rest of the Order leaving you does not feel the same. You think you’ve forgiven as much as one can forgive for such a thing. And, truthfully, you want to forgive your brothers too. But the smiles you share with them are hollow now, and sometimes you think to do the worst thing you could think of to them.

Sometimes, you think to tell them what happened when they left.