"Aye," he says, and while the word itself is not halting, he still pauses for a moment afterward, trying to fix his mouth around words that are hard to say.
"I never understood how they could call you a traitor. Never understood how they could do what they did to you.
"Robb never came home. The Ironborn took Winterfell, then the Boltons. The Boltons and the Freys betrayed him. It's me and Sansa now, just us left, and -- Sandor Clegane says Arya might live, but I have not seen her."
His guts twist around the stone at the root of them, and he sounds despondent, almost guilty.
[OOC: Yay, you reserved! If you do app, I think we should consider this thread as more or less having happened while hunting in Nocwich rather than delivering logs -- just handwave that change in setting if the time comes, but stick to the log-delivery trip here while we continue to write it.]
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"I never understood how they could call you a traitor. Never understood how they could do what they did to you.
"Robb never came home. The Ironborn took Winterfell, then the Boltons. The Boltons and the Freys betrayed him. It's me and Sansa now, just us left, and -- Sandor Clegane says Arya might live, but I have not seen her."
His guts twist around the stone at the root of them, and he sounds despondent, almost guilty.
[OOC: Yay, you reserved! If you do app, I think we should consider this thread as more or less having happened while hunting in Nocwich rather than delivering logs -- just handwave that change in setting if the time comes, but stick to the log-delivery trip here while we continue to write it.]