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[needsnoheadsman]

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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[needsnoheadsman]

[Robb is no stranger to grief, to loss, but each time he loses someone he cares for, each time someone he loves disappears from the city, it's as if he can barely breathe, as if someone stabbed him in the heart and twisted the knife.]

He would say the same of you, my lady. [A pause, then:] Did he leave anything behind?

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[ You flatterer you ]

Just everything that was in his room. I haven't touched it.

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[needsnoheadsman]

When I come back, I'll need you to help me sort through what he left behind. [Not really, but he doesn't think he can do this alone.] It won't take long, he wasn't here for very long.

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I'll help you. And I'll make sure none of it gets taken.

What will happen to him now that he's gone?

[ Does he even know? ]

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[needsnoheadsman]

If the gods are good, he's somewhere safe. [You don't get much safer than the afterlife, he's certain.] But I don't know.

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I hope he's safe too. I'll see you when you get back.

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[needsnoheadsman]

I hope to see you as well. [He's just hoping he gets back at all, really.]