[ Theon doesn’t want to trust this man. All he knows is his name, and that he may be a seafarer of some sort, but the things he says are things that none of his other countrymen have given any indication that they’re even aware of. Who would know Wex Pyke? Who would think to create such an elaborate lie about Wex Pyke? The boy was only a bastard, and not one of any real importance.

That does sound like Wex, though. The boy is mute, but not unintelligent. It would be easy enough to teach him his letters and give him some form of communication, but Theon wonders how he managed to get from Winterfell all the way to White Harbor. ]

Seven hells.

[ He swears, hesitates, but he shakes his head and marches himself over to the bench, and angrily sits down upon it. ]

What would you have me say? No doubt you’ve heard the story from everyone else by now. I betrayed Robb Stark, I took Winterfell, I killed the Stark boys. Isn't that what they say to be the truth?

[ He still watches Davos with a touch of doubt in his eyes. Ramsay made him feel as though he could trust no one but him, and now that thought is beginning to waver. He isn’t sure what to think anymore. ]