[ Theon has spent the better part of a year pushing people away and refusing to believe their words as the truth. When Jon simply spoke to him before, it was easy to call him a liar. It was easy to accuse him of deception, but now Theon has seen a man who looks like himself. A ghostly, pale version of himself, older and quieter, like he’s been swallowed by the sea and its waves have worn him down into nothing. It makes all of this no easier to accept, but Jon had sounded so sincere in that memory.
He laughs, disbelieving. If he accepts Stannis Baratheon’s theory as truth, he’s opening up a whole new door of troubles. Has there ever been a time when he felt at peace? It’s been so long. ]
I’m not saying I believe you.
[ Though it’s clear he’s coming very close. His faith, whatever it may have been before, is wavering. ]
I just wonder if it was for the same reasons. Winterfell. Betraying Robb. All of it.
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He laughs, disbelieving. If he accepts Stannis Baratheon’s theory as truth, he’s opening up a whole new door of troubles. Has there ever been a time when he felt at peace? It’s been so long. ]
I’m not saying I believe you.
[ Though it’s clear he’s coming very close. His faith, whatever it may have been before, is wavering. ]
I just wonder if it was for the same reasons. Winterfell. Betraying Robb. All of it.
[ It seems important, somehow. ]