Robb Stark (
needsnoheadsman) wrote2015-07-10 07:22 pm
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Hello, you've reached--[sounds of fumbling and muttering before Robb's voice comes in:] Robb Stark--leave a message after the beep.
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[ An invading wildling army might have been good news alone, were she thinking like a conqueror. Another threat draining resources on enemy forces already split is exactly what might have helped her own army - had she taken those ships, abandoned her city and most of her people with it.
Now with winter upon them, these tales of wights, this isn't exactly the home imagined when she was small. ]
I am sorry for your sister, for all of your young siblings. I thought it wrong for the gods to bring children to a warzone, but I now see why some might choose to be here.
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I mislike it still, but knowing what happens to them in Westeros--they're a great deal safer here. [In the middle of a warzone, and what does it say about the state of their world that Asgard is safer?]
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Did you ever find your words, the ones to tell them?
[ About those secrets? ]
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[And each talk had felt like he was driving a dagger through his heart, only--he knows what that feels like, and talking with his family, telling then of how he died is a great deal more painful than that. A dagger through the heart, at least, is a quick death, a flash of pain before the darkness takes over.
This--this is an old wound, but one that keeps opening, keeps bleeding, because he keeps reopening them himself, to show to his family. Because they'd deserved truth, and he couldn't let them down there, not when he's already done so one too many times.]