Nasuada yelled at him.
"You words are deceitful. Why should I trust you? From the moment, you came to the Varden; you have caused only grief and death. A traitor, like you, has no place here, Murtagh, Shurtugal. Or in my heart"
No physical injury could have caused more pain than her last words.
Murtagh slowly lowered his sword and came towards her.
"Hear me, Nasuada. I was always cautious. Now I am just evil. Galbatorix has me in his control. He commands my will, but he does not command my heart.
Because my heart has already been won over and I hope that someday I have a chance to prove myself and be a better man – for you."
"I don't need you,"
He made a move as if to touch her, but Nasuada turned away. Realising that she was in no mood to forgive him, he stepped back.
"Nasuada, I love you," he pleaded.
"Please, do not hate me."
Saying thus, he withdrew from the scene and disappeared into the dark night.
In the distance, the swishing of huge wings was heard.
And in a moment, Murtagh and Thorn were gone.
And alone in the forest, Nasuada, buried her face in her hands, crying.