[ Another sudden bark of laughter, this time louder, shriller and more manic than ever before, as though a strong gust of wind might be enough to tip him over the edge entirely.
And where was I?, he asks himself as he struggles not to collapse into hysterical laughter. It’s late, too many are asleep, and one man on the verge of an emotional breakdown shouldn’t be what rouses them. Instead, Theon’s shoulders shake with silent laughter. It isn’t funny. Nothing about it is even slightly humorous, but it’s all he can do to keep from falling apart. It takes him some time to respond, and when he does, his voice is oddly hoarse and strangled. ]
It would be them. A fool he was, trusting Roose Bolton.
[ But Theon had never stopped him. He had never done anything more than jape about Lord Bolton’s soft voice and leeches behind his back. He’s always prided himself on noticing every glance and guessing every intent. How did he miss this? And how did he miss everything that happened in Winterfell? ]
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And where was I?, he asks himself as he struggles not to collapse into hysterical laughter. It’s late, too many are asleep, and one man on the verge of an emotional breakdown shouldn’t be what rouses them. Instead, Theon’s shoulders shake with silent laughter. It isn’t funny. Nothing about it is even slightly humorous, but it’s all he can do to keep from falling apart. It takes him some time to respond, and when he does, his voice is oddly hoarse and strangled. ]
It would be them. A fool he was, trusting Roose Bolton.
[ But Theon had never stopped him. He had never done anything more than jape about Lord Bolton’s soft voice and leeches behind his back. He’s always prided himself on noticing every glance and guessing every intent. How did he miss this? And how did he miss everything that happened in Winterfell? ]
A fool I was.