he is tired, weary of this life and this miserable existence. but even he can see the battles still ahead. even he can feel the inner rumblings of his battle cry, breaking its way out of the frozen landscape of his heart of stone. he cannot hide for long, cannot remove himself from this fight forever. it is not within the blood of the wolf. she would know.
“ you have done so much for me. when i am ready – truly ready to rejoin this world and take up arms again – i will repay you tenfold. and I will avenge him. ”
She would haveresponded that there was no need to repay her, but the mention of revenge stilled her movements drew tension to her body language. It didn’t matter if she couldn’t be there for him before, when he was still a boy. She was here with him now. Even if he didn’t want to hear her, she would try to reach him.
“Sweetling, no. Reveng is not what wolves fight for. We have enough to worry about without revenge. A warrior does not do battle because he hates the enemy before him, but because he loves the people behind him. Let the Lannisters’ many enemies take them. They have no allies left. Right now, our concern must be for Winterfell, for your siblings.” It wasn’t worth it to chase lions. The North needed them.
