[ Theon still doesn’t know which he relates to more. He’s been shirked by both, and he’s shirked both in turn. He’s angry and upset with himself and with both sides, and he can see no clear-cut answer. He falls silent for a long moment, looking contemplative. ]

I wonder sometimes if I wouldn’t be better off if my brothers had lived. Rodrik would be heir, and Maron after him. Nothing would be expected of me. Giving me away wouldn’t have even made any difference.

[ He would be useless, utterly useless, but that never seemed to bother any of the Stark children. Bran never seemed bothered by Robb being the eldest, but then again, perhaps Theon never paid close enough mind. ]

I wonder who I might have been then.