[ It’s Theon speaking, but he gives her a withering look, unable to smile. He would never see his death in the Dreadfort unless it was by accident. It was simply cut after cut, scar upon scar, threat upon threat. Death wasn’t in the cards.
He turns back to his priestly uncle, thinking how unhappy he would be. There is no Drowned God here. There’s nothing. ]
He never did.
[ It was the only reason Theon never ended the suffering on his own. If he failed, Ramsay would have made his life a living hell; worse than before. ]
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[ It’s Theon speaking, but he gives her a withering look, unable to smile. He would never see his death in the Dreadfort unless it was by accident. It was simply cut after cut, scar upon scar, threat upon threat. Death wasn’t in the cards.
He turns back to his priestly uncle, thinking how unhappy he would be. There is no Drowned God here. There’s nothing. ]
He never did.
[ It was the only reason Theon never ended the suffering on his own. If he failed, Ramsay would have made his life a living hell; worse than before. ]