He’s angry with me, and his siblings are angry with me in turn.
[ At long last, Theon’s facade hits a stumble. Although he punctuates his words with a soft chuckle, it’s halfhearted as something sparks behind his eyes. It’s something faint and restrained behind the shades that he keeps drawn so tightly, but it’s there, and it’s visible. Perhaps it’s regret, or perhaps it’s just plain hurt. Robb won’t speak to him on the matter, not beyond their bickering. No wish of yours will I grant. Those had been his words when Theon requested to speak more privately. As far as he’s concerned, their argument is out there for the world to see and hear, and anyone can draw their own conclusions.]
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[ At long last, Theon’s facade hits a stumble. Although he punctuates his words with a soft chuckle, it’s halfhearted as something sparks behind his eyes. It’s something faint and restrained behind the shades that he keeps drawn so tightly, but it’s there, and it’s visible. Perhaps it’s regret, or perhaps it’s just plain hurt. Robb won’t speak to him on the matter, not beyond their bickering. No wish of yours will I grant. Those had been his words when Theon requested to speak more privately. As far as he’s concerned, their argument is out there for the world to see and hear, and anyone can draw their own conclusions.]
What else is there to say on the matter?