[ He glares, suddenly feeling every ounce of the hatred he ever felt in Winterfell. He never knew any of Lord Eddard’s children to be liars or cunning manipulators, but that was before. That was when Theon was nothing to them. That was when Theon was merely the Greyjoy captive who shared their home, not the man who took their home. ]

Robb was the only one of you I ever grew up with.

[ It’s awful to say, now that home is gone and their small group of Westerosi is all they have, but it explodes from his chest like dragonfire. He was there to see every one of the Stark children grow up, but it still feels as though the only one of them who paid him any mind was Robb. ]

The rest of you just endured me and waited for the day when your father would take my head and you would be rid of me. Of course we’re not friends. Of course I don’t trust you.

[ And of course, this was never about Lord Eddard at all, but Theon is so blind with rage, his anger has become misdirected. He can’t help but pull out anything that might help him to win this argument in one form or another. ]