[ Theon would never think that Sansa's body was broken. She is beautiful and there was nothing in the world that could detract from it. He just couldn't see past his own brokenness, and the guilt of all his mistakes. He couldn't help feeling like when he touched her, if he loved her, he left behind some sort of metaphorical disease.
Even if he loves her with every fibre of his being there is so much that he's incapable of giving her. He can only see his shortcomings. ]
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Even if he loves her with every fibre of his being there is so much that he's incapable of giving her. He can only see his shortcomings. ]
What do you mean, Sansa?