Loras cried into his siblings arms, his face soaked with tears and his feet bloody and raw from walking bare-foot too long. His skin was dirty, and he even had a few gashes, all from the smallfolk throwing things at him. The word 'Shame' rang out through his skull like a bell. Like the same bell they rang everytime they said it.

The walk of shame, the walk of atonement for his apparent sins against the Faith. For his love of Renly, for his love of fellow men. It was horrid. And all Loras could do was tightly grasp his sibling close to him, dressed in nothing but a thin cloak. It was the only thing given to him after he completed the walk.

"It.... It hurts...."

Loras hiccuped, his body trembling. He couldn't recall what he meant by his own words, physically, was likely, mentally, mayhaps, or even emotionally, perhaps it was all three. All he knew is that he need his sibling to keep whispering those soothing words and holding him or else he'd feel damned by the Gods.