[ Sometimes, he thinks she is. Other times, he remembers that she abandoned him as well and his feelings curdle once more. It’s complicated, and so was the situation they were in. Theon still wounds easily, and he doesn’t forget.

He doesn’t want to talk about her anymore. He begins to limp further along the rows pods than he would ordinarily go, but the sight of someone else makes him pause. ]

This is my uncle Euron.

[ If there was ever any doubt that Theon were a Greyjoy, it can be put to rest now. Before Ramsay got his hands on him, he was the spitting image of his uncle. The only real difference is the patch over Euron’s eye. ]

He was exiled from the Iron Islands. I haven’t seen him since I was a boy.

[ Despite that, he seems to be in a state of unease around this particular uncle’s sleeping form. Euron was always terrifying. Theon wonders if his black eye isn’t wide open beneath that patch, if he isn’t somehow listening to them speak unlike all the others. There was always something dark about him. ]

He crewed a ship of mutes. They say he cut their tongues out himself.

[ He and Ramsay would get along, or just kill one another. ]