I give it up. My quest has brought only grief to all of you. And for me, it's led me not to honor but to shame. Taran? Taran makes me sick at heart. I longed to be of noble birth, longed for it so much I believed it was true. A proud birthright was all that counted for me. Those who had none- even when I admired them, as I admired Aeddan, as I learned to admire Craddoc- I deemed them lesser because of it. Without knowing them, I judged them less than what they were. Now I see them as true men. Noble? They are far nobler than I. I am not proud of myself. I may never be again. If I do find pride, I'll find it not in what I was or what I am, but what I may become. Not in my birth, but in myself.