[ The other memories he’s been bombarded with have left him disoriented and upset, but Theon can’t help but watch this one with interest. He recognizes Robett Glover, and he recognizes Wex, and although he doesn’t recognize Wyman himself, he does recognize the sigil of House Manderly.
These are details Theon has heard no one speak of, but he knows them. He saw Ramsay cut Ser Rodrik down. His ironmen—he recalls allowing Ramsay to kill a three of them, in his own paranoia. He’s pushed far too many memories away, never truly forgetting, but simply trying to reshape the truth. After all, it was never really out of the question to think that he might have been touched with madness trying to hold Winterfell. He wanted to trust someone in this place, wanted to find something that made sense among Jon’s impossible stories and his own heartbreak and guilt over Robb’s death. Ramsay was the only one that offered him that, and all he had to do was forget a few minor details.
He can’t forget anymore. It’s growing increasingly more difficult. His own memories say as much, and so do Davos’ memories. Theon doesn’t even need to look up as the memory fades. He already knows it belongs to the same man from before. ]
Clever lad.
[ He murmurs, but his eyebrows knit together, and he looks conflicted. He doesn't want to speak of Ramsay, or of Winterfell, so he focuses on something else from the memory: where exactly Wex's knife had struck on the map. ]
Skagos. Why Skagos? She should have taken Rickon to Castle Black. To his brother.
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These are details Theon has heard no one speak of, but he knows them. He saw Ramsay cut Ser Rodrik down. His ironmen—he recalls allowing Ramsay to kill a three of them, in his own paranoia. He’s pushed far too many memories away, never truly forgetting, but simply trying to reshape the truth. After all, it was never really out of the question to think that he might have been touched with madness trying to hold Winterfell. He wanted to trust someone in this place, wanted to find something that made sense among Jon’s impossible stories and his own heartbreak and guilt over Robb’s death. Ramsay was the only one that offered him that, and all he had to do was forget a few minor details.
He can’t forget anymore. It’s growing increasingly more difficult. His own memories say as much, and so do Davos’ memories. Theon doesn’t even need to look up as the memory fades. He already knows it belongs to the same man from before. ]
Clever lad.
[ He murmurs, but his eyebrows knit together, and he looks conflicted. He doesn't want to speak of Ramsay, or of Winterfell, so he focuses on something else from the memory: where exactly Wex's knife had struck on the map. ]
Skagos. Why Skagos? She should have taken Rickon to Castle Black. To his brother.