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[reek]

I’ll not congratulate anyone for the beginnings of this cure.

[ Oh, look, it's that guy who pisses everyone off. The corner of his mouth quirks into a cruel smirk, but his teeth are clenched too tightly and his eyes burn too fiercely for any proper smile. It’s a struggle for him to remain as guarded as he would prefer, and there are cracks in his armor: he’s clearly angry and upset. ]

My sister was among the ill. Was. I have been informed that she has since returned to the pods—still uncured.

[ He tries to keep his tone even and cold, void of emotion, but his voice breaks ever so slightly. He and Asha weren’t close, not like he’s known siblings should be, but it’s a deep cut to be abandoned again, and it hurts to know that one of the few people he felt he could trust in this place is gone. Clearing his throat, he continues.]

Which leads me to the question at hand. What reason do I, or the worried, or any of the ailing, have to trust the maesters here? Healers--whatever name you may know them by. Months, this has gone on, to the point where someone is gone and remains unhealed.

[ He knows better than to critique those who have done nothing but help, but his anger is directionless otherwise, so he chuckles cruelly, and that cheshire smirk widens. ]

They’ve been all but useless.

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[pricechecked]

We must have her remains. If she is not cast to the sea, she will not find her way to the Drowned God's halls.

[He would shudder to think of her trapped for all eternity in those metal boxes, forever deprived of the afterlife she fought so viciously to earn.]

[reek]

The pods cannot be opened. Not even with your strength. She and I both tried, long before you woke.

[ He's surprised that Victarion hasn't yet attempted to pry Euron from stasis himself, actually. ]

[pricechecked]

Aye. We'll need a word with the Natha.

[... he has no idea how to contact them. But if they will give gifts, then surely they might grant this one.]

[reek]

[ And neither does Theon. They literally need Asha. She's smarter than the both of them combined, and Theon isn't fit to deal with Victarion on his own. ]

And if they don't care to listen?

[ The "if" is where he knows he has no hold on his uncle whatsoever. ]

[pricechecked]

[He has literally no plans beyond "let's go yell at the Natha".]

Did she leave anything behind?

[reek]

[ He's always going to be a little unsure after that whole incident that ended you in prison, Uncle Vic. ]

Whatever items may be in her quarters. I've not yet looked.

[pricechecked]

If we cannot have her, then we might cast those to the sea instead. They might yet lead her soul where it belongs.

[It's a sentimental though. Very sentimental, coming from Victarion. But damned if he wants to think of his niece spending her afterlife in the cold emptiness of the heavens above.]

[reek]

[ Theon wants to tell Victarion that he's being foolish, that it's ridiculous to put so much stock in a god who, if he ever existed at all, is now just as dead as Westeros itself, but he doesn't. He was smart enough to keep silent about his lack of beliefs around Aeron, and he's smart enough to keep silent around Victarion. ]

I'll see if I might collect her things.

[pricechecked]

That would mean a trip to Olympia, then. I'll leave that to you.

[Even if the city was only just having people return to it, that didn't mean that it would be any more welcoming. He was a wanted man, after all.]

[reek]

You mean to stay here?

[ He highly, highly dislikes the Wyver climate. He would be surprised if any of the northmen intend to linger very long. ]

[pricechecked]

No. But why should I return to Olympia either? Both are too far from the sea.

[Wyver was humid as hell, but there were no posters with his likeness around here. That alone was a boon in his favor.]

[reek]

Where else is there?

[pricechecked]

The sea. You might have noticed it in passing at some point. There is a great deal of it out there.

[But then, he doesn't give Theon a lot of credit when it comes to anything related to the sea. Or life. Or just anything in general.]

[reek]

[ Ugh...really? Really, Vic? For a moment, he looks as though he's been slapped across the face. He tries not to let it show, but does, briefly. ]

You have no ship.

[pricechecked]

Do you think the Ironborn emerged into the world with ships as their cribs? We built or we took our ships. I will do the same.

[Asha would have done the same. He knew she was planning to do the same. But Theon, well... Perhaps he liked being Olympia's soldier too much.]