[ He snaps at her. For all he’s done and said, he’s never gone so far as to deny it. He’s know what Ramsay is capable of, and now he’s experienced a taste of it himself. There was always something sinister in Ramsay’s eyes, something stomach-churning that made him closer resemble something from Old Nan’s farfetched stories than a human being. Theon had trusted him all the same, and he doesn’t regret it. He still clings pitifully to what he believes to be the truth.It doesn’t take away the guilt or the nightmares, but it gives him something to stabilize himself with.
He crosses his arms over his chest, jaw clenched as he avoids Sansa’s gaze by focusing on Ramsay in the pod instead. Bastard, he thinks daringly. You brought this upon yourself. ]
He told me the truth.
[ It’s a blunt response, and he seems to expect it to be enough to put Sansa’s question to rest. ]
no subject
[ He snaps at her. For all he’s done and said, he’s never gone so far as to deny it. He’s know what Ramsay is capable of, and now he’s experienced a taste of it himself. There was always something sinister in Ramsay’s eyes, something stomach-churning that made him closer resemble something from Old Nan’s farfetched stories than a human being. Theon had trusted him all the same, and he doesn’t regret it. He still clings pitifully to what he believes to be the truth.It doesn’t take away the guilt or the nightmares, but it gives him something to stabilize himself with.
He crosses his arms over his chest, jaw clenched as he avoids Sansa’s gaze by focusing on Ramsay in the pod instead. Bastard, he thinks daringly. You brought this upon yourself. ]
He told me the truth.
[ It’s a blunt response, and he seems to expect it to be enough to put Sansa’s question to rest. ]