I see the cracks

[euronvision]

[ Traitor or not, he couldn't let his nephew drown. What fun would that be? None at all. It would be boring and wasteful and far too easy. So he had him fished out of the ocean and thrown in the hold, and when everything else was settled, he paid him a visit. ]

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[euronvision]

[ He watches the boy cower and shakes his head. It's pitiful. The boy had always been a bit soft, but this... This is pathetic. ]

Look at you...

[ He kneels beside the wretched heap, peering into those frightened eyes. ]

What did that pack of wolves do to you?

[reek]

[ He lowers his eyes, not wishing to stare into this man’s terrifying gaze. Somewhere in his addled mind, a fragment of a faraway thought: he knows this man, but how can that be, when he doesn’t even know himself?

He shakes is head wildly, pushes his remaining fingers into his hair as though he hopes to block out the memories and the sight of a face that looks far too much like his own once did. ]

Please—I’m not meant to remember the wolves. He’ll be angry with me.

[ It was never the Starks anyway, he dares to think. This was never their way. ]

That was never me. That was someone else.