[ Theon’s jaw clenches, and he begins to shut down. He doesn’t know how to take any of this. It was easy for him to believe Jon and Sansa were lying to him; why shouldn’t they? He betrayed their brother, took their home, and what was he ever really to them? Just a hostage, waiting for the day when he would have to be beheaded.
But this man—Davos, he has information from a mute, from an insignificant bastard ironborn squire. Everything Theon knows begins to crumble around him all over again. ]
He never said.
[ He snaps, short and tense, barely looking at Davos. He isn’t blind; he knows that Ramsay isn’t an innocent man, but he isn’t either. He has blood on his hands, and he can’t wash it clean. Unbeknownst to him, he’s only been trying to remedy his guilt by punishing himself even further. ]
He never said anything but what I’ve already told you.
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But this man—Davos, he has information from a mute, from an insignificant bastard ironborn squire. Everything Theon knows begins to crumble around him all over again. ]
He never said.
[ He snaps, short and tense, barely looking at Davos. He isn’t blind; he knows that Ramsay isn’t an innocent man, but he isn’t either. He has blood on his hands, and he can’t wash it clean. Unbeknownst to him, he’s only been trying to remedy his guilt by punishing himself even further. ]
He never said anything but what I’ve already told you.