He was broken until his brother came to him, freed him. He thought it was the end, when the gates closed, then he remembered there was another way. As he fought that maddening, grinning, Ironborn idiot he knew he had to make it. As he dragged himself through the bowls of the Red Keep to reach her he knew he had to keep going, for her. Even as he stared in to those eyes that trusted him implicitly and his resolve faltered. Yet when his dagger slipped through her ribs and the shock registered on her face, he knew he had made the right choice. As the building fell around him his last thought was that he had finally done right by his Knight, that he was finally worthy of her, had finally redeemed himself of all the wrongs his love for his sister had made him do, even if he didn't get to tell her and left her broken so she would live. The last thing he did for love, was to free her from the tyranny of his sister.