Gunns

[Ordo]

[member="Seydon Gunn"] [member="Rosa Gunn"]

Ordo was at one time a proud man. Spending time trapped in his own body by the dark lord of the one sith had changed that to a degree. He was shamed. The creature had used him to do horrible things some he had paid for, one he had not. His family had moved on. They accepted the truth as it was and moved on. Ordo had not, not yet. Maybe not ever.

He walked a slowly steady walk. His head held high as the evening winds danced across the ground. He wanted to pay for his crimes. He wanted to make ammends if they could be made. Yes, this was the right thing to do. He moved quietly toward the place he had been told to find the Gunns and took a deep breath as he rounded the bend toward where they might be and felt stabs of guilt from his conscience. He didn't know what would happen as he approached the man he knew on sight to be Seydon and stopped a few feet away.

"Seydon Gunn?" He asked, his voice like gravel in a turbine. Pain filled his chest. "My name is Ordo Ar'klim. Can I speak with you?"

 

[Seydon of Arda]

“Have a seat,” Seydon called from behind ceiling mounted cabinetry.

The Gunns had received their visitor in semi-comfort; their dormitory rooms had been swept and cleaned just the morning, the mortar-less stone blocks mopped furiously, clothing sent to be laundered, the kitchens swabbed and sterilized. They’d come to an agreement upon waking, finding their dwelling in discomforting messiness. While Rosa tended to morning paper work by her favoured desk suite, per her custom, he would look after tidying.

He was a strange sight of domesticity, the proverb of the warrior in the garden. Seydon was dressed ‘for the road’; quilted pants, a thickset belt looped with a hunting knife, a long cotton shirt rolled at the sleeves and bound with a bit of rope. Razorlight and Winterfang nested close by the hearth. Sprawled ingredients, flour, egg, cinnamon, baking soda, told of late breakfast preparations. A pine scent wafted off his hands.

“...Mando’ade?” Seydon paused. Ordo Arklim was the child of ursine; bearish, thickset, a face like a mountain side set with deep, small eyes. “This about a contract...?”

[member="Ordo"] | [member="Rosa Gunn"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa had taken a call out onto the balcony of their home, caff cup clutched in between her hands as an Eldorai gave her a full report on the state of Ossus. For the most part, Rosa found the Eldorai rather difficult to work with, they were inflexible, impassioned and had a tendency to look down their noses, but Rosa endured them. She endured them because without them, she would not have the sizeable fleet she did have, and without them The Foundation would not be able reach the places it did.

The blue hologram flickered and died and she pinched the bridge of her nose, a wave of sadness washing over her. At the rate things were going, the Silver Jedi would be wiped from existence, or at the very least forced into hiding. Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself that she could not fight every war. Sweeping away from the view of teth's jungles she stepped inside.

"Look's like Ossus is going to need-" she stopped her eyes falling upon the figure who had entered their dorm. Memories flickered before eyes, nausea rising in her stomach. Colour drained from her face, fear clutching at her heart. Why was he here?

The caff cup slipped from her fingers and smashed at her feet.

[member="Ordo"] [member="Seydon Gunn"]

 

[Ordo]

Ordo looked at the man, his mind and heart racing in tandem as he tried to come to grips with what he was here to do. He found his hand reaching for the chair to seat himself. The simple chambers were much like his own, filled with life and the contentment of living with the one you loved. He should have left them to it. his thoughts wandered for a moment as he looked at the man.

"SEYDON?!" Ordo said disengaging from his daughter's arm to step toward the woman, "Syedon of Arda? Hound is this the man you speak of?" Ordo's eyes began to flicker with an old memory that he seemed to have of the man, but the Dark Lord retained control. Ordo was no longer there, battered down completely and forced to listen to his voice and watch his body move with no power to command it.He moved quickly down the stairs and looked at the woman in earnest. "Mark her, put her in a force collar, and have her sent to my chambers." The dark lord said taunting Ordo inside the Mandalorian's head about his intent, "I will follow soon." 'NO!' Ordo screamed from deep within his own mind but to no avail.The creature that was the dark lord was in full control and determined to ruin him eternally.

He forced himself to calm down as he thought about how he could possibly frame this in a way to make ammends and not inflame more pain. He didn't know how. If he were in their shoes he would have hunted the other man down an slain him like a feral dog. How could he expect any less from others.

Rosa cried out in pain as the blade sliced through skin and muscle, grazing the bone and Turin twisted the message home. Her concentration shattered on the barriers around her mind and Seydon flooded to the front of her mind as Ordo roared his mind. She could not keep the fear at bay then, it flooded all of her senses. No. He couldn't know Seydon. Seydon could not be brought into this. She was reaching for him unconsciously through their bond, a mess of emotion coming towards him; fear, sorrow, pain, regret. She tried desperately to stop the rush of emotion, to block Seydon out, but she knew it was too late. "NO!" she screamed at the Dark Lord, tears in her eyes.

"Yes." he said as he turned to go. "Darth Isolda will prepare you for our meeting, I assure you."

Ordo shuddered and began to sit.

"No, I'm afraid not." He said his quiet tone like supressed thunder, rumbling but distant. "It's about..."

He froze as the woman's voice pierced his mind. The memory of that same voice rang through his head and he felt his breath catch in his chest. He looked up at her as her cup slipped through her fingers and foought down the lump that had formed in his throat. This was a mistake. They were happy. He could do no good here. He was a fool.

"I..." He began and found himself no longer able to speak. He knew this would be hard but somehow he found that death would have been so much easier.

[member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Seydon Gunn"]

 

[Seydon of Arda]

Horror flared and darkened the living room’s timbre. Seydon twisted about, catching Rosa’s face fall in pallor in time with her slipped clay mug. It broke against stone and washed a hot, acrid stain over the foot of an old boar rug. He watched her clutch at her belly and seemingly curl in on herself. She’d never been this distraught. Layil exhausted her, the terror was just an aftertaste that caught up later. Even then, Seydon believed, believed Rosa knew it too, that she had the strength to shackle and banish that demon away.

...Seydon regarded the seated Alor on his reading chair. He refused the Dunaan’s gaze, lost in an abject stare. Wrongness knotted the muscle round his stomach. When he looked, Rosa too glanced aside. He tasted animal pain, fear, dread, a body scent he picked out of the air with a nasal draught. Her heart rate, breathing, physical palpitations and rhythm were beating too fast and too loud in the deafening quiet. His too, the Mandalorian, bowed with unnerved sweat in his short cropped hair. His wits reeled, at a loss.

Unless. ...Unless, he thought, someone’s come forward. The Republic’s gone and the One Sith are just remnants being recycled through Imperial forces and the wars up north. But there’s planetary powers with clout of their own, and Rosa never spoke of exactly what had occurred in her forced tenure within the Sith ranks. Was this one a bounty hunter? Razorlight was across the low hall. Seydon’s hand went loose and fluid, coiling. If the Mandalorian produced stun-cuffs, reached for a firearm, twitched in just the wrong way, the Dunaan would collapse his throat with a blow.

And then they’d be running out the door for their lives.

“...Rose,” He asked, unnervingly serene. “...Is he a friend from the Levant?”

[member="Rosa Gunn"] | [member="Ordo"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa shook her head, eyes still fixed on the man now sitting on their couch. She could feel the tension rise in her husband, recognised the shift in his aura that told her he was ready to fight. She needed to pull it together. She swallowed, looked down at the mess at her feet. Seydon had just mopped the floor too, she felt a rush of hatred and closed her eyes trying to find that level of calm, the place she went to when dealing with democrats, when face to face with people who disgusted her and yet she had to speak with them all the same.

When she looked back up, she was still pale, but a steely resolve had settled over her features.

"Seydon..." she began, finally meeting his searching look and finding herself unable for a moment to find words. "Ordo is...was...feth!" she rounded on Ordo. "Why are you here?" her voice cracked. All of this was wrong.

[member="Ordo"] [member="Seydon Gunn"]

 

[Ordo]

He slowly lifted his hands and rose. He hadn't wanted this. He had wanted to...what did he want out of this? Closure? Forgiveness? Would he offer that if he were her? No, no he wouldn't. What then? Punishment? He kept his hands in view and hoped the fact he came unarmed in his farming clothes would be enough to show he meant no harm, but the harm had already been done then hadn't it. That was the point. He had, whether he was in control or not, made this woman into a servant of the darkside, and that was a wound not quickly healed. He had also had to watch her as the dark lord....

The thought was too much and he felt his emotions rise.

"I came.." He began looking at the woman and quickly finding he could hold her gaze. "I was..." He stared as he looked to the man in an effort to explain. The pain in his chest was a heart break he had not felt since he had lost his first fiance all those years ago.

"Seydon Gunn, I was possessed by the Dark Lord of the One Sith when your wife was taken." he said looking at the man before lifting his chin slightly as if readying himself for a blow aa he looked to Rosa, "I have come to pay for that."

He stood still, his emotions a tempest as he waited for the death he would have brought himself had he not had a duty to continue for his children and their children. The force boiled under his emotions but he wouldn't touch it. The force had made his fall all the easier. He wouldn't use it for calm, nor to numb his pains. This needed to be raw, natural, honorable. He would accept what came and that was the end of it.

[member="Seydon Gunn"] [member="Rosa Gunn"]

 

[Seydon of Arda]

“...I don’t...” Seydon blinked.

The details were wrong. An element wasn’t adding correctly, but... what? The Dark Lord had always been aberrant. His counsels couldn’t control him, his strategy and policy erratic. Were it not for a handful of brilliant commanders that oversaw the lion’s share of the war effort, the Sith would have collapsed on the belt of the Mid-Rim. And when he was crushed, news was savagely muted, all word to the contrary repressed. But, collapsing under its own bloat, word slipped and the Alliance homed in for the kill. Rosa had been conscripted into their world against her will. There were hints of darkness and excess when she at times let a detail or thread of remorse slip. She never spoke of the time otherwise, and Seydon promised to never ask. He was light, easy, sweet, male succour for Rosa’s skinned nerves. That was what she needed of him, then. Now, Seydon knew she was coming round better and better every day.

...So what was Ordo then? What did he mean to her, and vice versa?

What was eluding him? The clues, you idiot! Put your skills to use and deduce! Seydon stepped away, skull aching. A distraught, body warm air sour with stress and fear wafted airily. He looked from face to face. Ordo was laboured with soulful pain and a kind of worry, all the wrinkles and flesh in his face and throat grey. Circulation had left his fingertips, leaving them ivory. Rosa was cast in shadow and light, with deep pools round her eyes. Like Ordo, she seem afflicted. Pain made the lines at her eyes sharp, and her gaze was rheumy with unshed tears. Their heart rates were just a beat under the high BPM’s he knew from total, mammal panic. Physical responses indicated deep stress regardless; he could taste the too fine, too subtle pheromone potency that eluded normal human senses. Both were frightened; heart beats thundering harder and quicker the longer the ringing silence hung.

But their pain wasn’t life-or-death horror, not yet, that was a different degree altogether. Then what was that missing piece?? It was tantalizing, right at the tip of his tongue! He looked again at Rosa, until the severity of his cats-eyes forced her to peer back. Just a split second. ...Chagrin. Self-loathing. Hurt that he didn’t know but had seen... Severe embarrassment. ...Like mortified disgrace.

Like shame. What about Ordo could bring on...

-

Seydon was still. Like an oak, his shadow filled the negative space just behind his shoulders. Warmth left the atmosphere. The flesh of his eyes paled and shot with dark vessels pulsating in time with his mutated heart. The yellow cats-eyes were very bright. And very cold.

A beat sounded. Then he was a flashing snap hurtling across the room, piling Ordo Ar’klim to the stone floor. Steel fingers pressed onto the bone of the Mandalorians face. Seydon had fought creatures three times his size, plied his strength through gruelling contests requiring his mutated musculature and body. Once, he’d cracked open a plate of quadanium. And now, his every thought was to crush this man to pulp.

“You hurt her.”

[member="Rosa Gunn"] | [member="Ordo"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

She saw the clogs working in his mind, trying to discern the importance of this and she stared helplessly at Ordo, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. She did not want him here, but she did not blame him. It had not been Ordo that had done those things, but a monster wearing his face like a mask. Just like Layil had been...

"You shouldn't-"

The sentence never finished, Seydon had launched himself at Ordo with an incandescent rage. "SEYDON! NO!" she screamed, bounding after him she seized his shoulders and tried to tug him free but he was blind to her cry, to her touch. Fury had swallowed him whole and he wanted nothing more than to kill this man.

She dove into his mind.

SEYDON! I'M BEGGING YOU! STOP!

[member="Seydon Gunn"] [member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

Ordo had no time to flinch as the apprehension that had built in the man turned to cold rage. His hands came up out of instinct as the man collided with him. This was no less than he deserved but there was little time for that kind of reasoning.

Seydon's fingers felt like iron as they dug into Ordo's face. Small trickles of blood began to well up almost instantly as Ordo laid his hand on the man's forearms. He began to squeeze as he reached for the force just as Ember had taught him but he stopped himself. He wouldn't fight this man. He had decided to accept it all, the pain, the shame, the death if they wanted it but it was close.

He heard the crack of his cheek bone and the man's word echoed in his mind over and over as he bit down hard to keep from dishonoring himself further with fruitless words. This was right. This was what he had earned. If he had been stronger the Sith puppet master wouldn't jave been able to use him. He failed. Everyone that was hurt, he failed them.



[member="Seydon Gunn"] [member="Rosa Gunn"]

 

[Seydon of Arda]

A net like hot light and almost tangible bluntness struck his soft fore-brain. Next came the scream: Rosa’s harrowing voice filling the space between the folds of his brain, coruscating a nerve of slicing fever down his spine to the end of his tail bone. The blood vessels inside his nostrils boiled and then burst, the Dunaan staggering back. Tears welled, stinging his vision, fought to ease the punishing migraine jailing his skull.

Trains of discordant thought derailed in spectacular crashes of detail. Layil and the Dark Lord’s bed, the horror of Rosa becoming subsumed in act of sheer violation, shackled behind a newly forged identity meant to serve the interests of the Sith inner counsels. The engine of that violation, moaning on his floor, just a step away. His wife cracking a knife through his mental walls just to halt his rage.

Seydon looked up with red-rimmed eyes, staring blankly at Rosa. ...Then the anger unfurled, mixed with potent hate. ...And betrayed confusion.

“...Why!?”

[member="Ordo"] | [member="Rosa Gunn"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa's heart broke. Never before had Seydon looked at her like that the confusion written in his face the betrayal. Rosa choked back a sob placing herself firmly between them. An act that placed Ordo at her back, something she was not comfortable with not even in the slightest but she had. To make Seydon understand, and she could not do that while he was trying to crush his skull.

"Because, he is no more responsible for the Dark Lord's action than I am Layil's. Even less so. Layil lwas a part of me, something my mind created to cope. Ordo was not the Dark Lord, Ordo was never dark. The spirit that controlled him was." She was crying freely now, and she took a step towards her husband. "If you kill him, you are killing an innocent man." Her voice trembled as she took another step toward him, hands reaching to cup his face.

"I can't let you do that."

[member="Ordo"] [member="Seydon Gunn"]

 

[Seydon of Arda]

“Get out of the way...” Seydon’s fingers slipped blood and torn skin tissue.

“...Rose. Rose, get out of my way...” The Dunaan’s teeth clenched and ground, splitting his stare between Rosa’s tears and the stunned, grazed pain in Ordo’s bruised forehead and cheeks. “...Rose!”

She remained planted. With that damning stubbornness that endeared her to him so closely. He’d listened to her explanation. A bleak spirit, something haunting that had overtaken a man’s will and puppeteered him into committing evil. Seydon had no license to punish or destroy, so she told. That it was no different – But it is, Seydon knew. It’s not the scattered, huddled masses we blink away from the holo-feed. The ones so frequently preyed upon. It’s you! The skin in his knuckles whitened, fingernails pushed into his palm until the flesh gave. The Dunaan’s teeth were set at the edge of a snarl he saved for his hunts.

“...Rose, move,” Seydon said one more time.

[member="Rosa Gunn"] | [member="Ordo"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

"No."

The word trembled in the air between them, husband facing off wife. They argued, like any good couple did but never over matters like this. When it came out life and death they tended to be on the same page, to be so at odds with him left her hands shaking. Why couldn't he have stayed away? Why did he have to bring his misery upon them when they were so freshly repaired?

"I will not move. Not now, not ever. Find it in your heart to have mercy Seroth or so help me..." she licked her lips, ears ringing. "So help me I will drop you right here and now and see him free."

[member="Seydon Gunn"] [member="Ordo"]

 

[Seydon of Arda]

She used the name. It was a reserved epithet Rosa spoke when the mood was taut; from danger, from pain, or more often, love. The long night following Layil’s permanent ‘departure’, after they’d spoken just briefly about the future. The Temple, his ideas for a workshop to draw work rather than chase it down, and family. What about family, he asked her in the raining darkness. Could she see them raising bairns, despite... Despite their shortcomings?

“Oh, Seroth...”

It cut him. The feeling bled into their Force bond, watched Rosa’s eyes cloud with a wince. His demands of her were very few and far between. Seydon preferred the role of provider. Of food or comfort, ideas when she needed a slate to bounce off of. Strictest confidants. For his loyalty, devotion, years aiding her in rehabilitating from captivity, she would put him off his feet for the sake of a stranger who’d...

Seydon turned. He gathered his blades from their corner in the living room and a sheep-wool jacket thrown carelessly over a chair back. The other hand gripped a few half-empty harnesses, held them across his shoulder. He noticed his wife draw a sharp, nervous breath when he stepped around them. The Force trembled at the edge of her hands. Her threat weighted against his brain matter and awaited his mettle. The Dunaan felt Rosa’s eyes cross over the long, nicked scabbards carrying his killing steel, the way his hands held them with lethal surety and skill.

Don’t, please, don’t, I love you, he thought he’d heard.

...Shoulders slumped. The Dunaan, wordlessly, shook his head, slipped through their dormitory door. It slammed closed in his wake, broken apart into fir splinters and twisted, shredded slivers. Deep footsteps drifted off along the outside passage.

[member="Rosa Gunn"] | [member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

The big man rolled onto his side and wiped the blood away with the back of his hand. His cheek bone was broken on the left side for sure and his head screamed from the preasure on his skull. He slowly rolled to his stomach and pushed himself up to his knees, all too aware of the woman's eyes on him.

"You should have let him do it." He whispered as anger rose in his chest. Anger for the past, anger for coming and disrupting their happiness, anger from the pure adrenaline brought on by pain. He was angry.

He balled his hand into a fist ready to slam it into the floor, but no. He had to contain that response. She didn'tneed to feel more threatened than she already did. He needed to go after the husband, Seydon, he couldn't let it end like this.

He pushed to his knees and then placed one foot down, then the otheras he stood. She was so small by comparison. He looked at her and found he still couldn't. He studied the floor in front of his old black boots.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "For what it's worth I'm sorry."

With that he let the force do the only thing he was truely skilled at, it gave him strength. He took a step toward the ravaged door, boots crunching on debris. He had to go after the husband. A wounded man needed to fight or run and Ordo didn't think the Hunter was the running type. He had to make this right and let the other man get the pain out even if it meant he had to take a beating to do it.

[member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Seydon Gunn"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa watched him go, certain that her chest would implode with the pain of it, flinching as the door splintered with the force of the slam. I'm sorry, love. I'm so sorry. I love you. She wanted to shout after him, to call him to come back, but that anger and pain was so raw that she dared not. Whatever he needed, she would give him for this.

Ordo's whisper stirred her attention away from Seydon's retreating figure and Rosa's fear and despair gave way to anger, anger at him for coming, anger at his self pity and his daring to bring it down upon them. She cut across his path uncaring that he was twice her size and struck him as hard as she could, palm stinging from the impact.

"How dare you?!" she hissed at him. "How dare you to come into my home unannounced, bringing your self pity with you." She hit him again. "You want to die? Fine, feth off and die in a hole somewhere where I don't have to look at you. Don't you dare come here seeking death without a fight, you selfish chit-head. Do you know what that will do to him? Do you know how hard we battle together to keep ourselves away from the dark side..." She ran her fingers into her hair, nails digging into her scalp as she fought the against her fury, and her overwhelming desire to hit him again.

"I know you want to make amends for things that you didn't do, things that he doesn't know about." She pointed a finger at Seydon's figure. "Things I haven't told him because this is what he would do. Things he never asked about because he knew the pain that it brought to speak of it." she closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. Calm. She needed to find her centre of calm.

"Sit down." she said taking her hands out of her hair and pointing at the couch, eyes still closed. "Let me see to your injury."

[member="Seydon Gunn"] [member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

Self pity...self-pity. He hated the sound of that, bit she was right, wasn't she. This whole mess was selfish of him and that only made him angrier.

The slap had left his cheek in pain as the broken bone stabbed against the already tender flesh. Blood had begun to flood the area and it was already swelling. His left eye felt the preasure as it squinted out at her. Blood, his blood smeared on her hair as she grabbed her own head in fruatration.

"I came here because I have another war to fight." He said his voice distant as he reached out in the force to sense his own family. So many and yet so few. Mia had thrust this mess in his lap, whether she meant to or not and now he had his own kin to fight and kill. What would Rianna and the kids say when he was laid low. 'Here lies Ordo, the man who gave his life to war when his family only wanted his big arms around them.'

"I'm married too, you know." He said as he slowly sat and studdied the grain patterns of the far wall, "Five children, one sister, a broken sister, and her son."

He looked at her. His eyes bloodshot and filled with nearly 60 years of war. He was a hard man, he had to be, and he had watched so many die, while he still lived.

"I'm old, and I have another war to fight," he continued, "My wife is an amazing healer. She gives her life to keeping others safe, healthy, alive. She cares for people. Like you. And my life has been blood and ashes. I only wanted to protect everyone, but I left a trail of death behind me to do it."

He flinched away as she came to look at his face. He didn't want to be touched not by her not ever.

"Leave it." He said calmly already letting it go numb and thinking of when his skin had melted in spots. Times when the Sith had ripped flesh from his back with lightwhips. When the Nautolan son of a whore had chained him, ripped him open and cover his bones with molten beskar.

"I've had worse." He said still feeling the metal in his bones poisoning his blood a little at a time. Seydon had cracked beskar, in his face. There was no healing that.


[member="Seydon Gunn"] [member="Rosa Gunn"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Idiot.

Rosa blew an angry sigh out of her nose as he tugged away, refusing her help. She moved to the kitchen, snatching a clean rag from a drawer, returning to offer it to him. "You'll get blood on my couch." she said pointedly before dropping into the couch opposite him and pinching the bridge of her nose. She had a hard time finding pity for him in this moment, regardless of the dark history they shared. He'd waltzed in and rained heartbreak upon her without a moments consideration for what it would do to either of them.

For a long moment, Rosa said nothing focusing on bringing herself back to some sort of level where she was capable of having a conversation with a man who had...no he hadn't. He had been a puppet, not the puppeteer. She opened her eyes and fixed hims with a steady lilac gaze. "You should consider yourself blessed, to have the family that you do. Broken or not. Its only me and Seydon, not that we never wanted children, we just..." she gave a sad smile. "We can't."

She shifted slightly in her seat, dropping her eyes. "I never blamed you, Ordo." she said forcing herself to look up. "Not once, in all the time its taken me to rid myself of Layil, I never once blamed it on anyone but myself. I went after Turin when he was acting oddly, I got myself caught and hauled for five long years through hell...Not you. Your face might have been the one he wore when I was broken, but it was not the one that held me fast. If you continue down the self destructive path, you will get yourself killed and the unfortunate soul that does it will suffer for eternity knowing the truth of a revenge killing."

She blinked. "Do you really want to die?"

[member="Seydon Gunn"] [member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

"Death is lighter than a feather, Mrs. Gunn," he said as he processed her words through his aching head, "And duty, is heavier than a mountain."

He raised a hand to his face to wipe a bead of blood from his cheek.

"The best men like me can hope for is to die in a way of their own choosing." His voice was barely avove a whisper.

He looked at her, actually looked for the first time and saw her. She was small and lean with strong eyes, sad but strong. Very Jedi like in posture, even now.

"I should go." He said thinking of how this woman who deserved children and a house full of happy noises wpuld never have it. "I've done enough damage. I'm sorry. You won't see me again. I can promise that."

He began to rise so he could avoid her ministrations and remove himself from a failed attempt to right something long put to rest. He would die soon, that or give up his honor to the death watch and chances were good his death would come first.

[member="Seydon Gunn"] [member="Rosa Gunn"]