[ Theon knows the truth, deep down. Robb struggled just as much as he did. He may have been angry and he may have felt betrayed, but it couldn’t have been an easy decision. He was being confronted with the idea of beheading his closest friend, the man he grew up with and looked upon like a brother. Theon was only desperately looking for a way out of his guilt, and he’d hoped that Robb would offer it to him. He’d hoped they could both get what they wanted in that regard, but he knows he was asking far too much of Robb. Jon speaks the truth. This is what he deserves, more than anything: to live with his guilt, and to atone.
But it’s still frustrating. He clenches his teeth, stubbornly avoiding Jon’s eyes. ]
What if that wasn’t me you spoke to? What if—
[ Gods, he hates to say it. ]
What if the mad nonsense Lord Baratheon was spouting is the truth?
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But it’s still frustrating. He clenches his teeth, stubbornly avoiding Jon’s eyes. ]
What if that wasn’t me you spoke to? What if—
[ Gods, he hates to say it. ]
What if the mad nonsense Lord Baratheon was spouting is the truth?