It had been a lifetime since any god had heard him.
Theon drew the hood of his cloak up against the spray, and looked for home.
Mʏ ʀᴇᴀʟ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʟᴏsᴛ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ Kɪɴɢ’s Lᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ.
I ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴄʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ.
Aʟʟ ᴏғ ᴜs ᴄʜᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ Yᴀʀᴀ.
Wᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛʜᴇ Iʀᴏɴ Isʟᴀɴᴅs ғᴏʀ Yᴀʀᴀ.
water does not resist. water flows. water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. but water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. water is patient. if you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. water does.
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Our father was more of a father to you than yours ever was. He was. And you betrayed him. Betrayed his memory.
“Theon,” they seemed to whisper, “Theon.” The old gods, he thought. They know me. They know my name. I was Theon of House Greyjoy. I was a ward of Eddard Stark, a friend and brother to his children. “Please.” He fell to his knees. “A sword, that’s all I ask. Let me die as Theon, not as Reek.” Tears trickled down his cheeks, impossibly warm. “I was ironborn. A son… a son of Pyke, of the islands.”