[ For the first time in a very long time, Theon Greyjoy smiles what might be his old arrogant smile, if his teeth weren’t still shards and splinters. He’s a pale ghost, white haired and dressed in clothes too fine for his skeletal frame, but he remembers a time when he stood beside Robb Stark in the Whispering Wood and nearly came face to face with Jaime Lannister.
He had almost forgotten. In a sea of pain and guilt, the Kingslayer’s face completely slipped from his mind. Now, his humiliation only entertains him and momentarily distracts him from the ongoing troubles in his own head. ]
I haven’t lost anything.
[ Save for a few fingers, some scraps of skin and his name, but that’s hardly worth mentioning. The former is fairly obvious anyway, given the awkward way his gloves fit. ]
But you will, if you move your hand.
[ He gestures to the slime trapped beneath its bowl prison. Yeah, he’s not helping. He’s just here to troll. ]
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[ For the first time in a very long time, Theon Greyjoy smiles what might be his old arrogant smile, if his teeth weren’t still shards and splinters. He’s a pale ghost, white haired and dressed in clothes too fine for his skeletal frame, but he remembers a time when he stood beside Robb Stark in the Whispering Wood and nearly came face to face with Jaime Lannister.
He had almost forgotten. In a sea of pain and guilt, the Kingslayer’s face completely slipped from his mind. Now, his humiliation only entertains him and momentarily distracts him from the ongoing troubles in his own head. ]
I haven’t lost anything.
[ Save for a few fingers, some scraps of skin and his name, but that’s hardly worth mentioning. The former is fairly obvious anyway, given the awkward way his gloves fit. ]
But you will, if you move your hand.
[ He gestures to the slime trapped beneath its bowl prison. Yeah, he’s not helping. He’s just here to troll. ]