[ He laughs, that same unhinged sort of laugh he had been so fond of not so long ago, back when he trusted no one due to his paranoia and not because he expected them to hurt him. He’s clearly tightly wound, as though he might snap in two, and he probably would be pacing if he weren’t on the floor right now. ]
There’s no point. They’re not bringing him back.
[ He says enough without really meaning to. Robb is gone again, and he never got a chance to make things right. ]
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There’s no point. They’re not bringing him back.
[ He says enough without really meaning to. Robb is gone again, and he never got a chance to make things right. ]