withinvigil:

The question brought thought but didn’t slow his repetitive motion of sharpening his sword. He began to look away from it for a second, glancing up at him for a moment. To give the question a proper answer was tempting but he wasn’t in the mood for something like that.

“ Are you still hung up on what the spirit said? “

It was said as if he wasn’t still hung up on it.

“ I suggest getting over it,
  otherwise you’d lose more sleep then you already do, brother. “

A typical non-answer that sends a wave of irritation through him. Is it too much to ask that his brother offer him any small amount of comfort? He doesn’t want to be told to get over it, he wants to be told that he’s the kind of son Eleanor Cousland would be proud of in some sort of way. 

         "But I keep thinking. I’ve done terrible things. The things I lose sleep over, they’re all because I keep wondering what Mother would think of me. If she’d be disgusted with the man I’ve become.“ A beat. "I know I am."