He was all out of excuses, not only had he been beaten physically by her but now he was getting scolded, or so it felt. He had no rebuttal to her words, there were conflicts in him that had not been resolved since he was a child, the anger and frustration, the loneliness and powerlessness. He turned his head away if only to hide his expression, was it a sadness he felt thinking back. He couldn’t accept any honor back then because he felt he only deserved anything if he won, he trained for six years with the only intention of fighting the King… For what? To get his parents back, to make them proud. He failed however and he had never been able to forgive himself, not truly. Even though he knew that the King was a good man he felt a failure and deserved nothing less than Exile, Gunnar had been punishing himself ever since. At first, all he could give her was silence, he could say nothing, he couldn’t even shout in anger. He knew in a way that she was right and he felt conflicted by her praise even more so. It wasn’t until she spoke of his brother that he realized that the Amulet she had spoken of was the one she was wearing and that it could only be worn if the King was dead as she said. “No…” He shook his head, certainly his brother was a tough one, he held a lot of anger in him but he wasn’t dishonourable, he was taught honour. “No, you lie, he wouldn’t have done something like that… No one would do something like that.” He refused it, he couldn’t believe someone would do such a dishonourable thing. Gunnar and Borvenir as well were raised to have honor, even if they were angry and felt helpless. The fact was that Gunnar’s emotions had led him to anger and self-blame where Borvenir’s emotions had led him to seek power at all costs. “Why should I believe you? What do you even stand to gain, not to mention who are you to wear that Amulet then if the King died." He knew she wasn’t a daughter but he didn’t know much about Iordahn’s grandchildren, he was too young and, in a way, so were they. He shook his head but rather than fight her words even more he just gave a sigh. “What does it matter anyway, Nordengaard hasn’t been my home in many years, I’m an exile, regardless of honor.” He said, stubbornly. “There is nothing I can change about it anyway, even if it is true what you’re saying.” There was a sadness on his face through all this, some heartache she had pulled on that he had been trying to push away. The man shed no tears but he could not help his expression being one of pain.