If you think that I would stoop from my duties for fear of death, then you consort too much with your own kind and not enough with mine. Death, by your hands or those of any other traitor in this forsaken place, is a risk I took upon myself in setting after you at all.

Perhaps a time will come when you decide your ransom will remain unpaid, and if I remain here, pliant coward that you'd have me play, then I'd fall just the same. Better to die at the side of the crown and under Gods law.