[ He’s shot men before, both purposefully and accidentally. He shot a man who meant to cut Bran Stark’s throat, and he shot a fellow ironborn in an attempt to stop an argument. He’s shot men in battle and threatened to shoot others, but he has no desire to add more blood to his hands, least of all Claire’s.
He frowns. He understands her words, but he simply doesn’t understand why. Why does he matter when he’s never mattered to anyone else? Perhaps he would understand better if he had any contact with his mother. Ravens, far and few between and always curt and short, arrived only from his father. ]
And yet you don't know why.
[ He tries to laugh as well, almost smiling. It really is ridiculous. ]
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[ He’s shot men before, both purposefully and accidentally. He shot a man who meant to cut Bran Stark’s throat, and he shot a fellow ironborn in an attempt to stop an argument. He’s shot men in battle and threatened to shoot others, but he has no desire to add more blood to his hands, least of all Claire’s.
He frowns. He understands her words, but he simply doesn’t understand why. Why does he matter when he’s never mattered to anyone else? Perhaps he would understand better if he had any contact with his mother. Ravens, far and few between and always curt and short, arrived only from his father. ]
And yet you don't know why.
[ He tries to laugh as well, almost smiling. It really is ridiculous. ]
You might have made something up.