[A better person than most! Perhaps, when he was surrounded by other men. But not here. Gendry knew there were better men than he.]

He died. [... again. But to explain the details would require going into something he scarcely understood himself.] And another lived because of it. She was a highborn lady and her son had been a king. But her son had been betrayed and butchered. So, she led us from justice to revenge. The folk I brought to her likely deserved to hang. But there was no justice with her. There weren't no trials. Only the noose.

[He exhales.] Before I came here... there was a lady knight who came to the inn. She had with her some hedge knight and her squire, who was but a boy. Our inn was attacked by bandits. We would have been done for, as I was the only man there at the time. But she and her companions fought to protect the inn. She fought off the worst of them and when she was near dead, I did for her enemy to spare her life. It ought to have been a heroic thing, that. But it weren't. I only saved her for the noose. She and her squire and that hedge knight were all led to be hung because she had papers from my lady's foes. I did that. I led her there. Even the lad, who weren't all that much older than the orphans at the inn.

That's what I did. I killed them for helping us.