"I hope you will." Nina had lucked out. She barely remembered her birth parents — doubted they were even alive if Roland hadn't been able to find them — but even then had found a family that loved and supported her. The Death Knight saved his own, had to run for his life because of it, and it was... unfair. Terrible for this sweet man to have to suffer because he did, in her eyes, the right thing.

Maybe the Death Knight wasn't great. Was absolutely abhorrent in the shit he did and the bloodlust he had, but god dammit, he could be a fucking hero for that initial move.

Nina reached up to gingerly cup his cheeks, leaned in and pressed a kiss to the center of his forehead. "I don't know how I can help you see them again, but I sure can fucking try."