[ Theon is ready to scream for how frustrated he is with this man. He hasn’t felt this way since Abel and his washerwomen put forward their foolish plan to save “Arya”, halfway ready to bash his own head against the wall. ]
Seven hells.
[ He drags a gloved hand down his face. Why am I even bothering? It’s like arguing with stone. But he continues to snap back anyway. ]
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Seven hells.
[ He drags a gloved hand down his face. Why am I even bothering? It’s like arguing with stone. But he continues to snap back anyway. ]
I did not mean it literally.