-for keeping your ungrateful ass from jumping out the tallest tower of the Dreadfort or cutting off all your fingers. [He interrupts, frustration creeping into his voice again.
He brings a hand up to try to take the knife out of the man's fingers. Perhaps it's to keep his fingers from shaking so much? It's unclear for now.
In the back of his mind, behind the hurt frown, he studies the hate and frustrated pain in the man's eyes. He knew how Reek looked, he knew all the ways Theon had looked at him with pain and anger and despaire before he'd broken him. Is this the same? Theon hadn't often looked at him with such unbridled hate- not before he'd started to flay the man.
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He brings a hand up to try to take the knife out of the man's fingers. Perhaps it's to keep his fingers from shaking so much? It's unclear for now.
In the back of his mind, behind the hurt frown, he studies the hate and frustrated pain in the man's eyes. He knew how Reek looked, he knew all the ways Theon had looked at him with pain and anger and despaire before he'd broken him. Is this the same? Theon hadn't often looked at him with such unbridled hate- not before he'd started to flay the man.
It's worth keeping in the back of his mind.]