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Aye, it is and it involves me.
The woman I told you I bedded before Jeyne arrived? That was her.
Now she did the same to you what she did to me. Plied me with drinks and happily accepted my grief in the form of seeking comfort.
The woman I told you I bedded before Jeyne arrived? That was her.
Now she did the same to you what she did to me. Plied me with drinks and happily accepted my grief in the form of seeking comfort.
[Seeing this, knowing this, there was at least no reason to feel he fell below the man his father hoped and expected him to be.
Apparently, even his father could fall as well.]
She knew and she wanted to hurt me.
You repeated my mistake.
Apparently, even his father could fall as well.]
She knew and she wanted to hurt me.
You repeated my mistake.
[He doesn't know how much was planned, but she clearly knew who his father was and then happily told him.]
I'm not hurt. I'm disgusted with her.
I can't hate you for the mistake I made knowingly. I just hope the result isn't the same for you and mother appears.
I'm not hurt. I'm disgusted with her.
I can't hate you for the mistake I made knowingly. I just hope the result isn't the same for you and mother appears.
[ Words crawl back to him from the beginning of that whiskey-drowned night. Robb wasn't there. He is with his cosetted. Her bitterness. And then...how quickly it all spiraled from there.
Those last words hit hard. He's cringing. ]
Do you truly hope so, Robb? Do you think I don't want your mother here? Even after this? By the gods.
Those last words hit hard. He's cringing. ]
Do you truly hope so, Robb? Do you think I don't want your mother here? Even after this? By the gods.
It's not a matter of you not wanting her, it's that I don't want to see the same result happen to you that's happened to me.
That's where we're different. Even breaking her heart would be better than never seeing her again. And she has forgiven me before.
It would be in her rights not to do so again. Especially since I have actually done what I claimed to need forgiveness for all those years ago.
It would be in her rights not to do so again. Especially since I have actually done what I claimed to need forgiveness for all those years ago.
Breaking Jeyne's heart, betraying her memory is worse than death to me.
I won't assume to speak about your marriage to mother then. I'll only say that I will stay with Jon for a time, until Jeyne lets me stay with her. I have no desire to be near that woman.
I won't assume to speak about your marriage to mother then. I'll only say that I will stay with Jon for a time, until Jeyne lets me stay with her. I have no desire to be near that woman.
When you begin your marriage by breaking your wife's heart, Robb, it makes you see things very differently. We were not like you and Jeyne. What we fought for, I would fight for again.
[ He frowns and reads Robb's message again. ]
You were living with Eponine?
[ He frowns and reads Robb's message again. ]
You were living with Eponine?
But what you fought for was a lie. You never betrayed mother. She only believed you did.
No. She lives next to me.
No. She lives next to me.
It all began because I was grief stricken and drowned myself in drink. Everything happened after that. It was easier to stay with her than my room. Then I attempted to face my nightmares and she grew desperate.
Jeyne appeared and now she looked to make me suffer.
Jeyne appeared and now she looked to make me suffer.
[ Well that sounds familiar. ]
Grief and spirits, a fatal combination.
She struck where you would be most vulnerable. It seems to be a pattern.
[ He rests his head in his hands. ]
Forgive me, Robb. It was, as you say, a mistake. All the more because it wounds you. If not for her sake, then for mine and your mother's.
Grief and spirits, a fatal combination.
She struck where you would be most vulnerable. It seems to be a pattern.
[ He rests his head in his hands. ]
Forgive me, Robb. It was, as you say, a mistake. All the more because it wounds you. If not for her sake, then for mine and your mother's.
It was a mistake I made, it would be hypocritical of me to blame you.
[But he's still upset and feeling somewhat cold. He can't explain why, only that part of him hoped that his father was a different man than him. So long he was on a pedestal, but how quickly he fell.]
[But he's still upset and feeling somewhat cold. He can't explain why, only that part of him hoped that his father was a different man than him. So long he was on a pedestal, but how quickly he fell.]
Your mistake - and mine - was the despair. Not the temptation. Before Jeyne came, you were a dead man with a dead wife. As I am. If your mother never comes - if Jeyne never came - that means living out the rest of our days alone.
You know what I will return to. What you will return to. When our time here is done.
You know what I will return to. What you will return to. When our time here is done.
Jeyne was dead, but it didn't change my feelings. I should have held firm to my vows and been honest with myself. I wasn't, I was craven and coped with my grief and nightmares in the ways of a weak man.
I shouldn't have turned to her in that way. I'm tired though of being told vows end at death.
Not for me, not about her.
I shouldn't have turned to her in that way. I'm tired though of being told vows end at death.
Not for me, not about her.
How you live your life is your decision. If you find a woman to love, so be it. It isn't my way, but what of it?
But forgive me, if you continue with Eponine, I can't stomach it.
But forgive me, if you continue with Eponine, I can't stomach it.
So Eponine said as well and I'm fortunate, but I still loved her even when she wasn't and as much as Eponine wanted me to, I couldn't forget or replace her. I felt I was still married.
I thought you would approve.
[But he's not sure what to think anymore.]
Thank you.
I thought you would approve.
[But he's not sure what to think anymore.]
Thank you.
Mother didn't marry for love. She married for duty.
Father, why does it matter. This is how I feel, why keep pressing it?
Father, why does it matter. This is how I feel, why keep pressing it?
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