“Enough of this guilt," he told her, his voice reduced to a cracked whisper. "What's done is done.”
“Her heart did whisper that he had done it for her.”
“What is done is done; and the cracked egg cannot be cured.”
“He could deal with his guilt all by himself. Guilt didn't add up to love, an emotion she was done with forever.”
“What have you done?' he said, his voice hollow and strained. He stepped back and put his fists to his temples. 'What have you done!'With an effort, Eragon said, 'Made you understand.”
“What have I done to anger you, mate?”“That. That’s what you did. I’m not your mate.”He leaned in close and ran his nose up her neck, inhaling a deep breath. “Yes, you are,” he whispered next to her ear.”