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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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[triplerose]

Why do you assume that my concern is false?

[ Poor Theon. Loras gets the impression that he's been the victim of plenty of falseness, and while Loras has certainly been at the mercy of lies, he's still had people who shared sincerity with him. And he's always tried to be sincere, even when he knows he shouldn't be. ]

I'd like to help. I know I can't, but I would like to.

[reek]

[ What true concern has ever been shown for Theon? Who cared for him beyond what was necessary in Winterfell? He wasn’t mistreated, but he wasn’t loved or wanted either. No one cared if Theon Greyjoy was happy. No one cared what Theon Greyjoy felt at all.

He can’t share that, though, so he ignores the question entirely and jumps straight to the second topic at hand. ]

If you know you can’t help, why do you trouble yourself at all?

[ Theon, stop making everything so difficult and let people help you. ]

[triplerose]

[ Loras exhales through his nose. He can see he won't get anywhere, and he also sees that apparently it's a common Westerosi trait to be stubborn. ]

My condolences, Theon. I hope you find some source of happiness or better fortunes in the coming days.

[reek]

[ Theon just may be more stubborn than the average Westerosi. It's a defense mechanism; he practically shuts down and accepts help and sympathy from no one.

He snorts at the implication that he may find happiness. When has he ever been happy? If he'd ever been happy, he wouldn't need to wish so desperately for everyone else to be just as miserable as he is. ]

I hope you outgrow your naivety.