[ It’s true that Ramsay never made those orders. He merely made a suggestion; a suggestion Theon never had to take, but he did. He had been so angry, so hungry to prove himself, that he thought it was the only way. It was better to be feared than to be made a fool of, so he killed the boys on his own and let Ramsay strip them of their skins so that no one knew any better. Those boys still haunt his nightmares: wolves with children’s faces, come to rip him to shreds.
Theon doesn’t answer. He wishes he could blame Ramsay for that one as well, but he knows that he can’t. Either way, it all trickles back down to him. He clenches his jaw and fights to pull away once more, but his fight is weakening, and his doubt is winning. ]
Robb—?
[ He shakes his head, his brow furrowing, but still, he says nothing. Robb has made no mention of such a thing, but they’ve done little more than bicker for months. They’re both wounded, too wounded to discuss things like rational men. Robb has made no mention of Ramsay, but neither has Theon. He still feels heavy with guilt for all the things he’s done.
These are the first things that make sense to him in a long time, and they’re coming from Ramsay Snow. Theon looks doubtful, but almost, almost accepting. He just needs to get a few more arguments in to make himself feel better.]
I’ve never been to the Dreadfort.
[ How would he know, though? All he can remember is blackness. ]
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Theon doesn’t answer. He wishes he could blame Ramsay for that one as well, but he knows that he can’t. Either way, it all trickles back down to him. He clenches his jaw and fights to pull away once more, but his fight is weakening, and his doubt is winning. ]
Robb—?
[ He shakes his head, his brow furrowing, but still, he says nothing. Robb has made no mention of such a thing, but they’ve done little more than bicker for months. They’re both wounded, too wounded to discuss things like rational men. Robb has made no mention of Ramsay, but neither has Theon. He still feels heavy with guilt for all the things he’s done.
These are the first things that make sense to him in a long time, and they’re coming from Ramsay Snow. Theon looks doubtful, but almost, almost accepting. He just needs to get a few more arguments in to make himself feel better.]
I’ve never been to the Dreadfort.
[ How would he know, though? All he can remember is blackness. ]