[ That makes him laugh. It’s a wry rasp of a chuckle that makes his frail shoulders shake, but it truly is the ghost of Theon’s laugh, a sign that he’s still in there somewhere.
Still as humorless as ever. At least someone hasn’t changed.
Jeyne Poole doesn’t look like Arya. She’s too old, too tall, and her eyes aren’t the same as Arya’s. She acts more like Sansa than Arya, and anyone who might had recognized her in Winterfell was long dead. ]
As I said. People are fools, and the Boltons have Winterfell.
[ He pauses, fixing Jon with a stare. ]
No one could know who she really was. She could never say her name. True names around Lord Ramsay were—they were dangerous. Better to forget them all together.
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Still as humorless as ever. At least someone hasn’t changed.
Jeyne Poole doesn’t look like Arya. She’s too old, too tall, and her eyes aren’t the same as Arya’s. She acts more like Sansa than Arya, and anyone who might had recognized her in Winterfell was long dead. ]
As I said. People are fools, and the Boltons have Winterfell.
[ He pauses, fixing Jon with a stare. ]
No one could know who she really was. She could never say her name. True names around Lord Ramsay were—they were dangerous. Better to forget them all together.