[Ramsay, meanwhile, sees nothing to be gained at all in helping Reek find stability of any kind.]

Can you hear yourself? Two Westeroses? [The trouble is that Ramsay can envision it now. He'd seen than man. Heard him speak the Bolton words. He'd done something similar, pretending to be a friend to Reek, letting him go only to make sure he came right back where he started.] I don't care what you think, Theon. You're lucky I don't gut you for questioning me after everything I've done for you.