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[veneries]

Before any more of you embarass yourselves by calling and hounding me about Greyjoy's disappearance, I've no idea where he's got to either.

He's probably fallen in a river and gotten himself drowned. Good riddance.


[Honestly, he's trying to prove that he's a Changed Man and how can he do that with Theon just vanishing???? This is why Theon is the worst and deserves everything he gets.

Also hi, did you know he was awake again? He's awake again.]

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[nineteenfortyfive]

It still stands. Don't even go near his bloody stasis pod.

[Because he might see probably the only woman in this world to weep over Theon Greyjoy, and that's embarrassing.]

[veneries]

I've been meaning to ask- what's he done to earn your care? That little shit only cares for himself.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Jealous? I saw how kind and loving your father was. God only knows what became of your poor mother.

[veneries]

Plague, probably. I never knew her.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Thank God this is text. Easier to put up a front without her face giving her away.]

I wonder if you'd be any less horrible if you did. Or if it matters at all. She might be lucky, not knowing the sort of person her child turned out to be.

[veneries]

She might have been just like my fucking father.

Gods, you're really hung up on this, aren't you?

[nineteenfortyfive]

You asked. I was merely curious as to why you'd care.

[veneries]

Actually, you'll find I asked what made you Theon's wetnurse.

But I suppose you're feeling sorry for him because his mother's dead and his father doesn't give a shit about him.

[nineteenfortyfive]

And I wondered why it matters to you. Are you actually jealous? Is it upsetting, Ramsay, not knowing every little thing about Theon, down to why I'd have interest in him?

I'm glad he's in stasis, away from you and your bullshit.

[veneries]

I know Theon better than anyone alive. There's not much in that wretch of a man of interest to anyone.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Of course.

[veneries]

So I'll ask again. What is it you want from him?

[nineteenfortyfive]

I never wanted anything from him.

[Except for him to try, to try to be better for himself, but it might all be for naught if he never wakes up again. Or even still, if he does.]

[veneries]

Fine. Don't tell me. Just know that he'll let you down in the end.

[nineteenfortyfive]

He never did, as long as you weren't around.

[Fuck it. Theon's not here, might not be here ever again, so onwards she goes.]

Was he like that in Westeros?

[veneries]

You really want to know?

[nineteenfortyfive]

Let's hear it.

[veneries]

Theon Greyjoy is a sad little cunt of a man who was so desperate to be seen as legitimate that he put his home to torch and slaughtered innocent women and children.
He exused it by saying it was who he was born to be- his father's murderous, ironborn son.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[This was probably not the best time to ask, given how high her emotions are running, but she swallows it down. Good thing she's sitting.

Still, it's not really anything new, is it?]

Go on.

[veneries]

I didn't know him before that, but all the stories I heard were of a man satisfied only with himself and his own cleverness and deeds.

All that pride came back to bite him. He betrayed his own ironborn to save his skin, and thanks to him there are only two Stark children left alive.

[because arya is 100% dead okay. it's only sansa and bran left]

[nineteenfortyfive]

[There's some strange math, there. Oh, well, she's not asking for details about the Starks. Except!!!]

Funny, I heard you had a hand in killing one of them.

[veneries]

I was as surprised about that as anyone. Gods. Did no one teach the child how to act on a battlefield?

[nineteenfortyfive]

And where was Theon during all this?

[veneries]

Probably frozen to death in some wilderness.

[nineteenfortyfive]

You're not very good at keeping track of him, are you?