[ He would love to insult Jon. That would make this so much more simple, so much easier to run away from, but it’s far more difficult to call someone a liar when you can see some semblance of proof for yourself. He can try to blame it on the Natha, but he’s seen his own memories as well, and some of them were memories that he wouldn’t dare to dispute.

Still, this is Theon. As Jon protests, he rolls his eyes. ]

Seven hells, Snow, can you stave your fucking honor for just a moment?

[ His voice is still choked, and his hands fly up to bury themselves into his hair, clearly panicked. The entire situation is difficult, and he doesn’t quite know what to make of it, so he laughs. He thought he had it all figured out, but once again, his world shatters out from under him. ]

I do not want it. What is your forgiveness going to do? It will help nothing. I would rather you take my head.