Almost all of what he's saying had been shared before. Almost all of it laid with dead knights, six feet under. The rest was kept silent, kept secret, and left to fade to history. He keeps his gaze level, unwavering as he answers the easiest question he's ever been asked.

"Hope." He's the good guy, after all, what else would he be?

"I should have killed her before this all began. She has always been wrong."