Rickon. Bran can’t walk. The woman couldn’t have carried him on her own, and the wolf needs to hunt.
[ He decides, the corner of his mouth flickering upwards into a half smile, his eyes fluttering closed in relief. It has to be Rickon, alive. That must mean Bran and Hodor took off with the Reeds, though he wonders what could have led the two brothers to part. Had he truly been that frightening?
I never would have hurt them, he thinks, not actually certain. Not really.
Granted, there is another problem here: Theon’s scrambled memories. It’s amazing how he can be so sharp and quick on some matters, such as deciding which Stark boy Wex had trailed, but he shies away when it comes to the topic of Winterfell. Just months ago, things would have been different, but Ramsay quickly became the only person from home that he trusted to tell him the truth. He hesitates to blame him for anything, even now. When he speaks of Winterfell, he grows distant, as though he's forcing something back. ]
I took Winterfell. I killed two boys in place of the Stark children. That’s all I recall.
[ But somewhere in his mind, he can’t shake the distant memory of Ramsay’s laughter as Winterfell was set ablaze, or the pain of a shattered cheekbone, or the words "burn it all". The scene plays on a loop in his night terrors, often forcing him awake in a cold sweat. ]
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[ He decides, the corner of his mouth flickering upwards into a half smile, his eyes fluttering closed in relief. It has to be Rickon, alive. That must mean Bran and Hodor took off with the Reeds, though he wonders what could have led the two brothers to part. Had he truly been that frightening?
I never would have hurt them, he thinks, not actually certain. Not really.
Granted, there is another problem here: Theon’s scrambled memories. It’s amazing how he can be so sharp and quick on some matters, such as deciding which Stark boy Wex had trailed, but he shies away when it comes to the topic of Winterfell. Just months ago, things would have been different, but Ramsay quickly became the only person from home that he trusted to tell him the truth. He hesitates to blame him for anything, even now. When he speaks of Winterfell, he grows distant, as though he's forcing something back. ]
I took Winterfell. I killed two boys in place of the Stark children. That’s all I recall.
[ But somewhere in his mind, he can’t shake the distant memory of Ramsay’s laughter as Winterfell was set ablaze, or the pain of a shattered cheekbone, or the words "burn it all". The scene plays on a loop in his night terrors, often forcing him awake in a cold sweat. ]