"They might not, but that doesn't make them worthless, Jon," Robb replied as he stared back at him. "It's a bit like giving a gift, you know. It smarts when the other person tosses it aside, particularly when they're sincerely given. It isn't the easiest thing to admit, that you're likely the better son. Just take the damned compliment."

Gods, but he didn't want to think about the South, or the battles, or all the ways he'd failed to measure up that Jon really couldn't fathom. They both of them had their regrets; the difference was that Jon couldn't help his.