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[nedstarksbastard]

Jon Snow. if you've a message for me, speak.
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[kingofbadlifechoices]

when? how?

[Robb can't stop his hands from trembling as he types his message.]

where?

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[nedstarksbastard]

we should speak of this off this device.

[He thinks of the last time they were all in Winterfell together, of the snowflakes melting in Robb's hair.]

we need to meet. i'll tell you then.

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[kingofbadlifechoices]

it has been known for a longer time is it not? how long? have you all known of this? everyone?

[Robb has read the thing Jon has written but that is all. He is not sure if he wants to meet and he curses at his trembling hands.]

no. i just want my questions answered.

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[nedstarksbastard]

i knew, at least. [Carefully side-stepping around Sansa knowing.] who told you?

you'll get them answered. but i'd rather you heard them from my own mouth than read them off this device. [Which is a flimsy excuse, and in the medium comes off harsh, but right now Jon is having a small breakdown.]

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[kingofbadlifechoices]

bran.

[Robb has no response from his sister yet. Would she know? Do they all know?]

would you have told me? truly?

where are you jon?

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[nedstarksbastard]

three twins.

i would've, for what it's worth.

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[kingofbadlifechoices]

you did not.

the twins? [Of course, the ship.] they did not. no one did.

[Robb curses and drags a hand over his face, trying to calm himself. He had thought he'd respond differently. More king-like. Because where war goes, death follows.

But he finds himself at a loss. He is not sure if he is angry or sad or anything. He is losing himself a little, unable to make up his mind.]

blue fish.

are you on your way?

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[nedstarksbastard]

and i regret it more and more.

i'm coming.

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[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Finally Robb moves to stand so he can pace through his room and try to properly process all of this. Some gullible part of himself thinks that this is all a lie and maybe some sort of trick the lords of Atroma thought up to increase a certain entertainment value. But why would they lie?]

make haste

[It is all he sends in return. He can't stop his hands from trembling or his mind from racing. Jon is the only one who can explain this now and, to be fair, Robb does not want to be alone now]