[ No, Edmund thinks, he suppose he would not. He cannot imagine that it's like to be on the other side, betrayed by a brother, left alone to deal with the aftermath of it. Whatever the aftermath had been. Edmund understands that the crime is greater than what he could ever imagine, that perhaps Robb is not in the wrong to turn away from an explanation that he does not want to hear. The judgment is not his to pass or condemn — he is an outsider looking in.

Looking at Theon, Edmund can see a traitor, attempting to mend and not being given a chance to, if he has any right to it. ]

Perhaps it isn't as though he has given you no opportunity, simply that he needs time and space to heal.

So do you, I think. [ He finishes his own cup, and pours another for them both without asking. ] Forgiving is not so easy to do, especially to yourself.