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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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[reek]

What did you call me?

[ He actually is a bit of a cracked egg. ]

[godwins]

A [ he coughs once ] cracked egg.

That's the whole sauce about bein' sick. You gotta do whatever the doctors say, even if you don't understand it. 'Cause there's nothing else to do.

[reek]

[ He pauses, to consider if he should be offended or not. ]

I've not gone mad, if that's what you mean to imply.

[ Though, he's begun to doubt that statement for a variety of reasons. Life sure is hard when everyone you know is an AU of themselves. ]

You do not have to do anything if you do not trust their counsel.

[ It's a daft statement and he legitimately knows it, but god, he's so angry. ]

[godwins]

Mad? Like crazy? It doesn't mean nuts, it means… [ Stupid, mostly. ] Well, nevermind that. [ He's with you on the AU thing, though. ]

The point is, you weren't doing anything, anyway, so what's it matter? [ Bucky has himself done nothing and he's pretty mad about it. ]

[reek]

Mad. Insane.

[ Like his uncles, and even his father. It seems to run in his family. But fine, never mind that, then. He didn’t want to know anyway!

He pauses to clench his teeth, frustrated. ]

I’ve played my role.

[ He’d hardly slept prior to the migration to Wyver. He worked himself into a frenzy helping to hunt down those responsible, but he also worried himself sick over Sansa and Asha. The move hasn’t exactly helped to calm his nerves, and things just keep stacking up against him. ]

Play yours by shutting up and getting some rest.

[ Yeah, he can tell you’re not doing so well, pal. ]

[godwins]

We aren't trapped in some Poverty Row tearjerker, you know.

[ Normally Bucky's learned to explain his references to things like "movie theaters" around these parts, or to nix them altogether, but the sickness has done a number.

Also, joke's on you Theon!! He can't sleep!! ]

I tried rounding up the Shady Man's little gang of creepers. If that's what you did. It didn't make me feel any better.

[ Partly, you know, because he was not as good at it as usual. ]

[reek]

Seven hells, will you shut up?

[ He doesn’t know what a Poverty Row tearjerker is, and he’s growing frustrated. More frustrated, that is. He doesn’t wish to get into a row with a sick man. ]

I am not attempting to make you feel any better.

[godwins]

Well, Sally, I never would have guessed.

[ A pause. ]

I know your name isn't Sally.

[reek]

...No.

[ ....I mean, that's good at least. ]

At least you know that much.

[godwins]

I know a lot of things, Sal. [ Including: his times tables, how to dig a trench, the chorus of Don't Fence Me In, and Pete Reiser's batting average. ] They're just… different things than most people here know.

[reek]

Theon. My name is Theon.

[ At least get it right, man. He won't have some rando calling him Sal. ]

Get that through your skull and you'll have learned something more.

[godwins]

[ Wait, where has he heard that before? ]

Asha's brother?

[reek]

Aye.

[ He wonders if it's wrong for him to be as envious as he is. People tend to find Asha so much more likable, while Theon...Theon is a difficult pill to swallow. ]

What's she said about me, then?

[godwins]

That she has a brother named Theon.

[ That was basically it. ]

[reek]

I thought as much.

[ Actually, he was a bit concerned she might have said more to paint him in a bad light, but he's already done that himself. ]

I don't have much more to say about her either.

[godwins]

I dunno my sister that well, either.

[ Not anymore, anyway. Now he feels vaguely guilty, maybe because the illness is turning his feelings dizzy, or maybe because he hasn't thought of his sister in a while. In any case, he forgets to add something insulting. ]

[reek]

I didn't realize it was common. Not to know your family so well.

[ At his age, it's almost a naive comment to make, but he grew up with the Starks. He had to watch this close-knit family from the outskirts. Even baseborn Jon Snow had been pulled into the pack by his siblings, and he was fortunate enough to be raised by the man he believe was his father. Theon had never known what it was like to be a part of a family like that. ]

[godwins]

Well, I'm an orphan, so.

[ He says it like a dare— he hated the pity he got, when he was younger, the sorry look in people's eyes about his poor dead parents, so he made that into something he could fight with.

Of course, he can't fight now, only cough. Which he does.

They'd shipped his sister off when his dad died, too, and he had always been bad about writing her. Now she was stuck in one of those creepy pods, just like Asha, apparently. ]

[reek]

But you knew your parents, once.

[ He can imply as much, but maybe he's wrong. He doesn’t offer pity. There really isn’t even a flash of it in his eyes. He's curious, mainly. There were plenty of orphans in Westeros, and plenty of baseborn children who went ignored by their noble parents. It may be selfish, but Theon thinks mainly of himself and how he always felt like the odd one out in all of that: someone who knows his family, but only an outdated image of them. His father seldom wrote, and his mother and sister never did. He was all but walled off from them in Winterfell. He didn’t get the opportunity to become the man they expected him to be. ]

Where did they send you afterwards?

[godwins]

My dad, yeah. [ He supposed he must have known his mom, too, but she died when he was only ten, and she'd been sick a while before that. He couldn't remember her too well. ]

They kept me on base. [ He still isn't sure why. "It's what your pa would have wanted," is what they told him, but that didn't make too much sense, now that he's older. ] They sent my sister away.

[reek]

[ He wants to find familiarity in the situation Bucky lays out for him, but he can’t. He was taken for purely political reasons, just as it works with all noble children, whether they leave home by force or by choice. With orphans, it’s generally a different story entirely. ]

For what reason were you separated? Lack of supplies for two?

[godwins]

Nah. It would've been hard, but… they usually send kids off to school, where someone can take care of them. It was weird they left me on my own.

[ A pause. ]

Why'd they split you two up? If Asha's your sister, and all.

[reek]

[ Where someone would take care of them, not where someone would use them as a political pawn. That nearly makes him laugh. ]

Because my father rebelled against the crown, and the punishment was for his last remaining heir to be sent away.

[ He’s told the story dozens of times the years. He’s hardly fazed as he relays it once more, but he’s angry. He’s always been angry. It always seemed so backwards and never seemed fair, even by Westerosi standards. ]

I was an incentive for his good behavior. If he rebelled again, I was to be beheaded.

[godwins]

[ He recoils, a reflex. He's not from medieval grimtopia and would've never considered that possibility. ]

A hostage situation. [ Not that he has any experience with that. And that was true, after a fashion— he'd never been held that long, for that purpose. Still, by his logic, by military protocol, what you do when you get captured ]

But that doesn't give any incentive for your good behavior, does it?

[reek]

[ To an outsider, the Starks may seem like a foster family to Theon. They never mistreated him, never treated him cruelly, but never treated him with warmth. It was understandable that he was held at arm’s distance at all times, forced to linger just outside the family circle. He wasn’t family, and Lord Stark could receive word of the first stirrings of rebellion and be forced to do his duty at any moment.

He shrugs. ]

I was expected to be polite and gracious to my hosts. The provided me with all I needed. I was not mistreated.