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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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[shashka]

[ whatever you say, kid. ]

Only if you ask nicely.

[reek]

I don't need to do anything nicely.

[ Ocelot please ]

[shashka]

[ Theon, you just make it so easy... much like someone else he once knew who was definitely not Ocelot. ]

Sure. But if you don't tell me to "fuck off" nicely, you might never get rid of me.

[reek]

Piss off. How much nicer is that for you?

[ Oh my god. ]

[shashka]

You didn't say "please".

[reek]

I had no plans to do so.

[shashka]

Well, then how do you expect me to either fuck or piss off?

[ sorry not sorry. ]

[reek]

Seven hells.

By doing just that. How stupid are you?

[ Says the stupidest person in this conversation. ]

[shashka]

[ it's ok, kid. you might grow out of it and go on to annoy someone else. ]

Well now it's like you want me to just keep talking to you.

With an attitude like that, it's no wonder your father preferred your sister.

[reek]

Now you can really fuck off.

[ Theon--Theon, just....just stop responding...Theon... ]

[shashka]

I still don't hear a "please".

[ he's already won, Theon. give it up. ]

[reek]

Nor will you.

[ BUT HE'S SO STUBBORN. ]

[shashka]

Well, in that case, I guess you just want to keep talking to me, don't you?

[ he almost has to admire that stubbornness. almost. ]

[reek]

Not particularly, but you will never hear what you want to hear.

[ It's too much stubbornness for his own good. ]

[shashka]

You know those words will make me go away, but you still refuse to type them. What else am I supposed to think?

[reek]

I've no proof that they'll make you go away, and I refuse to beg you.

[shashka]

Oh, you don't think that I'm a man of my word? I'm hurt.

[ this is probably the only thing Theon has been right about this whole conversation. ]

[reek]

I have no reason to. I know nothing of you.

[ He's not a smart young man, but sometimes he makes wise comments. ]

[shashka]

I've told you everything you need to know.

[ you just need to look for it, Theon. ]

[reek]

[ He isn't good at that! ]

Which is that you won't fuck off.

[shashka]

We've been over this, Theon. You still haven't told me "please".

[reek]

Nor should I have to.

[shashka]

Oh, you don't have to do anything. But do you think you'll get what you want if you don't?

[ he is an expert "interrogator", Theon. he can do this all night. ]

[reek]

I don't think I'll get what I want if I do.

[ Stupid, stubborn, and untrusting. That's our Theon. ]

[shashka]

You never know until you try, do you?What's the worst that could happen?

[ seriously though, what are even the stakes here? ]