He took a breath and glanced in the direction of the bridge, the city that waited for them beyond the path. Bran waited for them. His past waited for them. And yet none of it mattered. As long as Macklyn was there, Eric felt like he could face everything. The shadow of the past lurked over that building and it needed to be cast aside. Here it would only bear the same stains and wounds in memory.
Maybe that's why the other one went to it for shelter. That was all the other part of him knew.