[ Ramsay would be surprised just how devoted the ironborn are to their drowned god. They shirk the religions of the mainlands, refuse septs and godswoods, and claim that no godless man may sit upon the Seastone Chair.
The laugh earns a flinch. It’s a laugh eerily similar to the one that repeats in Theon’s nightmares. He rakes a shaking hand through his hair and steps backward, his mind and heart racing. ]
You’re—
[ Lying?
He thinks about that man, Davos, about what he said about Wex and the information he’d managed to get out of him. Who would lie about a lowborn ironborn mute? Theon hasn’t mentioned his squire to anyone, simply presuming him dead, but the boy was too clever for his own good. He could have easily been taught his letters and learned to communicate.
Was there ever a time when anything made sense? Maybe when Robb was alive. Theon can’t remember anymore. He wishes he’d been shown a memory of that instead. ]
You’re...lying.
[ His eyes are wide, like he can hardly believe he’s saying it either, but there’s still a very obvious hint of doubt in his voice. He doesn’t completely believe himself. ]
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The laugh earns a flinch. It’s a laugh eerily similar to the one that repeats in Theon’s nightmares. He rakes a shaking hand through his hair and steps backward, his mind and heart racing. ]
You’re—
[ Lying?
He thinks about that man, Davos, about what he said about Wex and the information he’d managed to get out of him. Who would lie about a lowborn ironborn mute? Theon hasn’t mentioned his squire to anyone, simply presuming him dead, but the boy was too clever for his own good. He could have easily been taught his letters and learned to communicate.
Was there ever a time when anything made sense? Maybe when Robb was alive. Theon can’t remember anymore. He wishes he’d been shown a memory of that instead. ]
You’re...lying.
[ His eyes are wide, like he can hardly believe he’s saying it either, but there’s still a very obvious hint of doubt in his voice. He doesn’t completely believe himself. ]