'You’ve always known what was right. Even when we were all young and stupid. You always knew. Every step you take, it’s always the right step.'
[Dragonstone would be unfamiliar to this Theon, as much as his counterpart's appearance. Each time Jon tried to explain to him that this was the Westeros he knew, he had been called a liar. Perhaps for once, he was glad that his memories were clearly on display. Let Theon see how everything ended between them before the storm came.]
'It’s not. It may seem that way, from the outside, but I promise you, it’s not true, I’ve done plenty of things that I’ve regret.'
'Not compared to me, you haven’t.'
[Jon glanced to this Theon, the Theon from a different Westeros. He was already bracing himself for the usual insults, the refusal to believe that any of this was real, no matter if it played out in front of him. He could at least hope that Theon would watch, take some of it in and maybe understand.]
'No, not compared to you'
'I’ve always wanted to do the right thing, be the right kind of person, but I never knew what that meant, it always seemed like there was, like there was an impossible choice I had to make, Stark or Greyjoy.'
'Our father, was more of a father to you than yours ever was.'
'He was.'
'And you betrayed him. Betrayed his memory.'
'I did.'
'But you never lost it. He’s a part of you, just like he’s a part of me.'
'But the things I've done...'
[He wasn't Robb, but Jon hoped this would mean something.]
'It’s not my place to forgive you for all of it, but what I can forgive, I do. You don’t have to choose. You’re a Greyjoy and you’re a Stark.'
Wildcard - Dragonstone
[Dragonstone would be unfamiliar to this Theon, as much as his counterpart's appearance. Each time Jon tried to explain to him that this was the Westeros he knew, he had been called a liar. Perhaps for once, he was glad that his memories were clearly on display. Let Theon see how everything ended between them before the storm came.]
'It’s not. It may seem that way, from the outside, but I promise you, it’s not true, I’ve done plenty of things that I’ve regret.'
'Not compared to me, you haven’t.'
[Jon glanced to this Theon, the Theon from a different Westeros. He was already bracing himself for the usual insults, the refusal to believe that any of this was real, no matter if it played out in front of him. He could at least hope that Theon would watch, take some of it in and maybe understand.]
'No, not compared to you'
'I’ve always wanted to do the right thing, be the right kind of person, but I never knew what that meant, it always seemed like there was, like there was an impossible choice I had to make, Stark or Greyjoy.'
'Our father, was more of a father to you than yours ever was.'
'He was.'
'And you betrayed him. Betrayed his memory.'
'I did.'
'But you never lost it. He’s a part of you, just like he’s a part of me.'
'But the things I've done...'
[He wasn't Robb, but Jon hoped this would mean something.]
'It’s not my place to forgive you for all of it, but what I can forgive, I do. You don’t have to choose. You’re a Greyjoy and you’re a Stark.'