It was ironic, he mused. His whole life, he'd always felt inferior the girl who lay broken at his feet. Now, as he stood over her, he wondered if it were worth it.
His father hadn't broken him. His years in exile hadn't broken him. The Boiling Rock hadn't broken him. Even his own horrible choices hadn't broken him.
But a single action - a single betrayal - that was all it had taken to break her. And he was forced to wonder, if it had been he in her position - would that have been all it would have taken to break him, as well.
His ultimate triumph over his sister, despite all the bad blood between them - was it really worth it for her insanity to be both their prisons?