[ He seems puzzled by that, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes as though to ask are you daft? He would likely ask out loud, if he were in a better mindset, but all he can do is shake his head. ]
You don’t understand.
[ He’s always frightened of something, whether it be the creaking of the floorboards in his own home, the concept of pain, or Ramsay himself. In a way, he thinks the only people who could possibly understand to any real extent are Jeyne Poole and Sansa Stark, but he doesn’t know how to put the concept of Reek into words. He doesn’t know how to explain the way that creature lurks in the back of his head, both something he dreads and something he looks to for safety. ]
I didn’t want to be me. I didn’t want to be Theon. You couldn’t have helped.
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You don’t understand.
[ He’s always frightened of something, whether it be the creaking of the floorboards in his own home, the concept of pain, or Ramsay himself. In a way, he thinks the only people who could possibly understand to any real extent are Jeyne Poole and Sansa Stark, but he doesn’t know how to put the concept of Reek into words. He doesn’t know how to explain the way that creature lurks in the back of his head, both something he dreads and something he looks to for safety. ]
I didn’t want to be me. I didn’t want to be Theon. You couldn’t have helped.
[ They both know how stubborn he is. ]