Forgive me, my son.
My pride and independence led us to this. I did not want to wait
for debate, for endless discussion – it seemed that this was a time for
action. I saw our chance to strike at the heart of the enemy, and
took it, seizing it with both hands, while our allies pondered strategy
This was not meant to happen. We should have been returning to
the Greenwood victorious; returning together. Instead our forces
were cut down, decimated, and it is
you who will lead our warriors home. Forgive me, my
son. I was wrong.