[ Knowing Ramsay as he does, it’s almost laughable that someone should think Ramsay would simply kill him and be rid of him.
Lord Ramsay would never be so merciful, he thinks as he slowly limps past Claire, making no arguments at her insistence to get the door. He seems to be focused enough on actually getting through the door that he doesn’t put up a fuss. He can’t promise that he won’t try to kill himself, should he be turned back into Reek, but the thought brings back an old memory. ]
My sister, when she was awake—I asked her what became of me when the Boltons took Winterfell. She told me only one thing. She told me to think of their sigil. A flayed man.
[ This was before his mind became a muddled mess, before people insisted he was in places he had never been, such as Dragonstone and Meereen. He owes Jon an apology, really, but he likely will never give it to him. ]
She had seen me. I think I knew as well, at one point. I just…everything got so confusing.
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[ Knowing Ramsay as he does, it’s almost laughable that someone should think Ramsay would simply kill him and be rid of him.
Lord Ramsay would never be so merciful, he thinks as he slowly limps past Claire, making no arguments at her insistence to get the door. He seems to be focused enough on actually getting through the door that he doesn’t put up a fuss. He can’t promise that he won’t try to kill himself, should he be turned back into Reek, but the thought brings back an old memory. ]
My sister, when she was awake—I asked her what became of me when the Boltons took Winterfell. She told me only one thing. She told me to think of their sigil. A flayed man.
[ This was before his mind became a muddled mess, before people insisted he was in places he had never been, such as Dragonstone and Meereen. He owes Jon an apology, really, but he likely will never give it to him. ]
She had seen me. I think I knew as well, at one point. I just…everything got so confusing.