[ He didn't want to talk to Claire about what happened. If he could have he never would have told her a thing. He would have kept it all locked away. It would have killed him though. He does not doubt his own insistence to take his life after what Randall had done. If only to escape the shame. What does calm his soul is knowing that twenty years from now he will still be alive. He will be a different man. Perhaps one that has let go of what Randall did to him.

Jamie doesn't say anymore while Theon is quiet. He's not going to bulldoze the man. Instead he's patient and observant as Theon finds the words to explain what was done. Once he gives it a voice he nods slowly. He's careful not to change the way he looks at the lad for even a second. He knows better than most than a pitying gaze or even one that appears to be so can make it worse. He doesn't want to put Theon through that. ]

Aye. Did he consider it an art form?

[ That's how Black Jack saw torture. Jamie was his finest masterpiece once upon a time. Likely still is because of what was done to him during his lashings. Then piling on the fact that for some time he broke the man. A hundred lashes on top of fresh lashes from before and he never cried out. What happened in that cell was another story entirely. ]

I imagine a man like him had ye begging quite a bit.

[ He's not going to sugarcoat it. From what he's gathered Ramsay did his very best to break this young man. He wanted to ruin him. It was part of the game he played. Theon's strong and he likely held out for as long as he could, but every strong man breaks.

With a sigh he drops his hand to un-tuck shirt from his kilt. He raises the shirt up to show a scar along the left side of him just below his peck. It's a circular one, but not perfectly shaped. ]

Randall took a brand and marked me while I was his captive. He had broken me.