[ Leather and wool and sweat. Horses. It's the smell that men carry with them when they ride off to war and they bring it back. It never quite fades. She, on the other hand, smells of soap and oils and flowers. That's how it is, though. Men and women have different places in this world and that's how it will always be. Right? ]

I just-

[ She's managed to convince him to open up. ]

I thought winning the war would make me happy. Make things right. But I just feel tired. Tired and more alone than ever.