He couldn't say what would happen if he let her go and she fought against the men that killed them. There were spiderweb like cracks over the ground, the only indication that this was unstable and likely to fracture. Could a sudden push or change from the memory disturb it? He wasn't eager to find out and he wanted this to be over as soon as possible. Seeing it all again, even from the outside was unnerving and left him cold.

It was only when the scene changed that he released his hold on her, stepping back as close to the corner as he could. He could still feel that shock and fear, that confusion to his surroundings and what had happened. It had almost been like waking from a vivid dream, he needed a moment to find his bearings and recall where he was.

Then it struck him, all his past self needed was to look down at his chest to realize and remember. Ser Davos seemed to appear from almost nowhere, charging forward to catch Jon as he stumbled to his feet and struggled to get off the table. His past self was wrapped in a cloak and helped onto a stool. It seemed a blur to him now, events that were in the back of his mind but not truly real.

There was talk between them, the sort of subjects she might be familiar with when it came to Jon. Belief that he had failed and guilt self imposed because of it. It was only when Melisandre entered that it changed. What had he seen when he died? What was beyond life? Nothing, nothing at all. Then came the pronouncement that he was the Lord's chosen. While his past self could only stare at her in confusion, the older Jon toed the ground and sighed, uncomfortable with the entire idea.

"That is just a legend, the Prince that was Promised."