What was truth, what was lies? Ned can't tell anymore.
"He might tell a different story." And guess whose story Ned would believe? He is disgusted too. With himself, most of all. For falling it. With her, for trying to hurt Robb this way. For using him as the weapon.
He knows, too, Robb is even more black-and-white than he is. The suit of armor that is Stark honor, Robb clads himself in daily. Ned's, occasionally, is left at home.
A hand rubbed over his face. "Why?" It is the why that matters. "Why did you want to hurt him so?" Why use me to do it?
no subject
"He might tell a different story." And guess whose story Ned would believe? He is disgusted too. With himself, most of all. For falling it. With her, for trying to hurt Robb this way. For using him as the weapon.
He knows, too, Robb is even more black-and-white than he is. The suit of armor that is Stark honor, Robb clads himself in daily. Ned's, occasionally, is left at home.
A hand rubbed over his face. "Why?" It is the why that matters. "Why did you want to hurt him so?" Why use me to do it?