[She doesn't seem to notice the sudden proximity, instead looking out at the window as she snow comes down harder. For a moment, she's inclined to go out and resume the futile battle against it, but... oddly, she's less bothered by the idea of being snowed in than she was before she started working.]

Because he's a nauseating sentimentalist and a foolish weakling. And I'm a m-

[... Shealtiel, she recalls, was not typically impressed by that suggestion. She bites back on the word before it can escape her lips.]

Even though he was the eldest- the heir- I was always better than him. Father encouraged it. Rewarded me for it. Made him fight to keep up with me, to demonstrate strength and ruthlessness. It never came as naturally to him.