[ Theon needs only take only one look at this ghost of himself, standing there frail and meek in a room he has no memory of, and he tries to bolt. He storms away from the conversation, down the hallway, turns left—and he’s brought right back to the scene again. He tries once more, to the same effect.
He can’t escape it. He has no choice but to listen, his jaw clenching with every word. Fool, he thinks of his other self, glaring. Weakling.
But his heart is in his throat. Jon had accepted him once before, but seeing it played out before him is something different. When the memory fades, he whirls around to face Jon, the real Jon. For once, he has no japes or insults. He has no accusations. He’s silent for a long moment, confusion and hurt etched onto his features. ]
I don't--want your forgiveness.
[ His voice is choked and he won't make eye contact. He's still doing that self-punishment thing, but at least he's not accusing Jon of being a liar. ]
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He can’t escape it. He has no choice but to listen, his jaw clenching with every word. Fool, he thinks of his other self, glaring. Weakling.
But his heart is in his throat. Jon had accepted him once before, but seeing it played out before him is something different. When the memory fades, he whirls around to face Jon, the real Jon. For once, he has no japes or insults. He has no accusations. He’s silent for a long moment, confusion and hurt etched onto his features. ]
I don't--want your forgiveness.
[ His voice is choked and he won't make eye contact. He's still doing that self-punishment thing, but at least he's not accusing Jon of being a liar. ]