You've tried not to. [There's no hiding the angry suprise, the disappointment he'd feel if that was something he'd ever felt in his life. Ramsay studies Reek, walking closer to get a better look at him. He hasn't done this, not really studied him. He'd assumed that Reek would be Reek, just as he'd left him.
The fear is there, he notes when he gets close enough to see. What is missing? How the fuck was Reek sitting in the dungeons of the Dreadfort still thinking he was Theon Greyjoy?
If this other Ramsay - this man who begs Theon Greyjoy to allow him to flay two insignificant children, who broke Reek into an ugly husk without, it seems, actually flaying the Ironborn out of him - ever appears, Ramsay is going to take his knife to him.
Gods, what Ramsay wouldn't do for a proper dungeon somewhere in this place.]
But it's hard, isn't it? Remembering who you are. What you are.
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The fear is there, he notes when he gets close enough to see. What is missing? How the fuck was Reek sitting in the dungeons of the Dreadfort still thinking he was Theon Greyjoy?
If this other Ramsay - this man who begs Theon Greyjoy to allow him to flay two insignificant children, who broke Reek into an ugly husk without, it seems, actually flaying the Ironborn out of him - ever appears, Ramsay is going to take his knife to him.
Gods, what Ramsay wouldn't do for a proper dungeon somewhere in this place.]
But it's hard, isn't it? Remembering who you are. What you are.