These things happen suddenly. He knows that.

That doesn't stop the shock of blood on the sheets that has nothing to do with Rogue's long gash from weeding with Stormy or any of his own scrapes. It's that pummel in his gut again, the shock of a sword in his brother-in-law's body, of blood in the street, of his wife's scream...

He wasn't ready.

This isn't supposed to happen. They were past this. He isn't supposed to have birth and death on the selfsame day. He isn't supposed to hold their precious baby girl, knowing she'll never open her eyes.