Her voice is out of place in this scene, enough to pull him from the sickening daze and horror. He can see her in her Wyver garb, loose and free against their frigid surroundings. She shouldn't bear witness to this, no more than he wanted to see it again. So long he had tried to put it from his mind, even though it seemed haunt his every step. During the night, nestled beside her, he could still sometimes hear Olly whisper in a broken voice, "For the Watch."

Instinctively, he moved to grab her, trying to pull her away from the congregation of men. He didn't know this magic or what could happen, but he knew that while Alliser Thorne thought he was doing right, the other men would have no qualms about killing a woman. How many among them were already murderers? What was one more body in the courtyard.

He could see his other self, the one dressed in black fall back against the snow. Small huffs of breath disappearing in a sliver of fog, the slush around him turning dark. The smell of blood was strong, but he couldn't remember noticing it before, not in that moment. He could see the sky and the stars, a single flicker of light before everything dimmed. But he never thought he'd see it from his place, as though it were another man that was dying in the snow.

Everything was beginning to warp around them, turning to nothingness just as Jon knew it was happening for him. A whisper of death before their eyes. And then their surroundings began to change again, a room Jon knew and could never forget. There was a large table, a brazier and Ghost on the floor. Laying on top of the desk was Jon, undressed and still as a corpse. His stab wounds were fresh and cleaned. There was no one else about, only Ghost who seemed to sense something and raised his head.

With a sudden gasp, the body awoke and Jon was alive again.