He found her among the crush of people, having lost sight of her during the various rainstorms and sudden bouts of hail. With the way the weather changed so rapidly, it was perhaps the only glimpse they would have of the true Storm, the one they would eventually have to fight. There were images that came suddenly as well, a single blink of the eye and he was back in the Wildling camp or home in Winterfell. It was the same for others, things that he had seen that he knew he shouldn't, things that should only belong to them but whatever magic it was had forced it into the open.
During it all, he pushed forward, searching for the familiar glimmer of silver hair. The rain was beginning again, the momentary sunlight now hidden by looming clouds. He took hold of Dany's arm, keeping close to her as others tried to rush more quickly towards their destination.
There was no warning for when the memories would come. In the span of a breath, it was there. Just as his fingers curled around her arm, he was standing back in the courtyard of Castle Black. The cold was sharp against his skin, but nothing compared to the dread turning over in his stomach.
He was a witness to his own murder, watching as a group of men stood around him, letting him take in the cross bearing the words "TRAITOR" before Ser Alliser dove forward and crushed his blade into Jon's chest.
Watching the boy he was and the look of betrayal, it made his older self stagger back, as though he were struck as well.
"For the Watch." Ser Alliser said matter of factly. Then one by one, his brothers followed suit. "For the Watch." Until finally, there was only a small boy left, one who had a withering look of hatred and sorrow. His knife went straight to the heart. "For the Watch."
"A Knife to the Heart For His People" (Closed to Dany)
During it all, he pushed forward, searching for the familiar glimmer of silver hair. The rain was beginning again, the momentary sunlight now hidden by looming clouds. He took hold of Dany's arm, keeping close to her as others tried to rush more quickly towards their destination.
There was no warning for when the memories would come. In the span of a breath, it was there. Just as his fingers curled around her arm, he was standing back in the courtyard of Castle Black. The cold was sharp against his skin, but nothing compared to the dread turning over in his stomach.
He was a witness to his own murder, watching as a group of men stood around him, letting him take in the cross bearing the words "TRAITOR" before Ser Alliser dove forward and crushed his blade into Jon's chest.
Watching the boy he was and the look of betrayal, it made his older self stagger back, as though he were struck as well.
"For the Watch." Ser Alliser said matter of factly. Then one by one, his brothers followed suit. "For the Watch." Until finally, there was only a small boy left, one who had a withering look of hatred and sorrow. His knife went straight to the heart. "For the Watch."