[ His voice cuts in above Theon's, hard and bitter, blue eyes narrowed and fingers digging hard into his palms, leaving marks even through the leather of his gloves. And of course Theon dares, he's always been defiant, even with Robb, as his king as his guide. He so rarely backed down from anything and he was always so terribly proud, always ready with a grin and some snide remark even when something goes wrong and far out of his own control.
Things were different, then. And Robb wants to believe that Theon's just -- changed, that this is not the Theon Greyjoy he once knew, that his brother meant his oaths and his vows, that their friendship meant as much to Theon as it did to him. He wants to believe that something else had changed him and driven him to this.
But Theon hasn't changed at all. Still the same man, the same boy. This -- all of this, he'd done it himself. ]
Even in chains before your king. [ So cold, now, and Robb hates how inwardly he feels so terribly distraught, wondering how he went wrong, what he could've done better. ] Maybe I should've ordered that the traitor be killed on sight.
isn't it just
[ His voice cuts in above Theon's, hard and bitter, blue eyes narrowed and fingers digging hard into his palms, leaving marks even through the leather of his gloves. And of course Theon dares, he's always been defiant, even with Robb, as his king as his guide. He so rarely backed down from anything and he was always so terribly proud, always ready with a grin and some snide remark even when something goes wrong and far out of his own control.
Things were different, then. And Robb wants to believe that Theon's just -- changed, that this is not the Theon Greyjoy he once knew, that his brother meant his oaths and his vows, that their friendship meant as much to Theon as it did to him. He wants to believe that something else had changed him and driven him to this.
But Theon hasn't changed at all. Still the same man, the same boy. This -- all of this, he'd done it himself. ]
Even in chains before your king. [ So cold, now, and Robb hates how inwardly he feels so terribly distraught, wondering how he went wrong, what he could've done better. ] Maybe I should've ordered that the traitor be killed on sight.