Yeah! Preach it, brother! (sister?) What does Perrin have to complain about? Certainly he has no reason to be 'emo"!!!!
I mean, I did find this little thing, that might serve to explain some of his reluctance to become involved in the schemes of the powerful, and also explain his extremely close attachment to the woman he loves. Explain! Not excuse! Never excuse! Anyway...
"Dead? No, they can't be ---" Perrin frowned as wetness suddenly slopped over his hand, stared at the crumpled cup as though wondering where it had come from. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to ----" He pulled at the flattened silver, trying to force it back out with his fingers...Why was everyone looking at him so oddly? "Are you sure?" His voice sounded far away. "Adora and Deselle? Paet? My mother?"
""All of them," Bran told him. "...Everybody on the farm. I helped bury them, my boy. On that low hill, the one with the apple trees."
Perrin stuck his thumb in his mouth. Fool thing to do, cutting himself on his own axe. "My mother like apple blossoms. The Whitecloaks. Why would they ---? Burn me, Paet was only nine. The girls..." His voice was very flat. He thought he should have had some emotion in those words. Some emotion.
"He's a Darkfriend," Perrin said absently. Adora and Deselle always put apple blossoms in their hair in the spring. "admitted from his own mouth. He brought the Trollocs, on Winternight." Paet liked to climb in the apple trees; he would throw apples at you from the branches if you did not watch him.
With Faile holding his head beneath her breasts, Perrin lost track of how long he cried. Images of his family flashed in his thoughts, his father smiling as he showed him how to hold a bow, his mother singing while she spun wool, Adora and Deselle teasing him when he shaved for the first time, Paet wide-eyed at a gleeman during Sunday long ago. Pictures of graves, cold and lonely in a row.
So Perrin gets a little too attached, maybe, to the one person he loves who still walks the earth. And he worries about whether he really wants to involve the Two Rivers and the people living there in grand events. Maybe he even gets a little "emo."
Maybe those things have something to do with the fact that his nine-year-old brother is rotting in the ground, on that low hill, the one with the apple trees.