[ Theon is just as unnerved by the AI. If Maximus can find a way to get rid of it, he’ll be grateful. Until then, he’s taken to roaming the halls, just as restless as he ever was in Winterfell.
The shouting from an open door sparks a memory, almost long forgotten. It reminds him of when he first arrived. He and Robb had argued incessantly for days, disturbing neighbors and the network. He regrets it now, but he supposes it’s just another thing on top of an ever-growing pile.
He follows the voice and watches for a moment, a silently and pale ghost in the doorway. ]
Your voice travels. I can hear you down the corridor.
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The shouting from an open door sparks a memory, almost long forgotten. It reminds him of when he first arrived. He and Robb had argued incessantly for days, disturbing neighbors and the network. He regrets it now, but he supposes it’s just another thing on top of an ever-growing pile.
He follows the voice and watches for a moment, a silently and pale ghost in the doorway. ]
Your voice travels. I can hear you down the corridor.