[ Deep down, Theon feels the same way about death being nothing. But he has childhood memories of being told that when an ironborn dies, he goes to the Drowned God’s watery halls where he can drink and feast to his heart’s delight. These days, he doesn’t consider himself to be a godly man, but he only has so many memories of home, and voicing disdain or doubt of any of it out loud would feel wrong. ]
Keep going? Like a chicken after you’ve cut its head off?
[ He furrows his eyebrows. That is not what happened to the kennel master. Theon would probably feel worse about killing him if it had. ]
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Keep going? Like a chicken after you’ve cut its head off?
[ He furrows his eyebrows. That is not what happened to the kennel master. Theon would probably feel worse about killing him if it had. ]
No, I don’t. Do I look like a vintner to you?