I found some old writing for an idea that I scratched from the actual story. SO HERE YOU GO:

Her eyes tore through him as if he was paper as she spoke. "You set him up." The wind had been taken out of her as if the great oceans had been sucked dry. She stared at the money bag sitting flatly in his hand. Sadness and anger glittered in her eyes and tears began to swell. "It's your fault his dead! He would still be here if it wasn't for your obsession with wealth."

"I couldn't-"

"You couldn't what? Think of your family instead of iron coins? You just wanted to see him die, didn't you?"

"It was my life or his! I couldn't just let myself go to the other world without finishing what I had started."

The sparkle in her eyes disappeared as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Well I wish it was you instead."