"…I would not put it so harshly," Oliver said, without aggression in his voice, or the disagreeableness that his disagreement seemed to point to. It was sadness now, and remorse. "It will weigh heavy on your conscience, and it ought to. But a lifetime is a long time. You know the legacy of your Lord. You can work hard in enacting it. You will be condemned for failing to go the full way – but as far as I can tell, of all your Lord's retainers, it was you that had the sense of duty great enough to go and find him. And it is for that reason, that even if you were not able to save his life, you were able to deliver him justice."
"Do not coddle a dishonoured man," Blackthorn said. "What is honour, if the dishonour are not kicked for their sins?"
"Honour is not for the society to judge, General," Oliver said. "Honour is what a man feels when he is by himself. His honour is only known to him. How else would he act honourably, if there were no eyes to watch him working?"