[ To explain it: that she could leave him, as she likely had to keep Drogon and Rhaegal safe, was not the same as mentally steeling herself to. To face the guilt, loss, and compounded grief upon the thought of him... of him dying that day, as well. Alone. Abandoned. Hopeless. Perhaps another time she would explain, after she's had the opportunity to absorb all of this, to truly allow the news to settle. When the unease in her stomach ceases churning, and the jagged hole in her heart ceases to moan so loudly for a dragon still safely resting on the cliffs of Dragonstone. ]
He was meant to do so much more than my brother ever could. [ Wetness remains pooled at the bottoms of her lids, not quite enough to roll down her cheeks, but enough to frustrate her over their presence. Jon has a question in his eyes, there's so much in those eyes, too much for her to grasp at this very moment. But she tries. She tries to focus on him and less on-- ] To bring honor to his name. To avenge our family. To be revered and loved.
[ Because Viserys... He'd despised her too much to ever allow her to love him the way Viserion had. ]
We will. Together.
[ If nothing else is true of all this, her promise to ally with him would be. She knows herself, knows that these actions and events he speaks of are not things she would do lightly. To overlook the threat of Cersei? To march into northern lands versus the south? The loss of one of hers would push her for revenge, to fell this Night King, to introduce him properly to fire and blood. ]
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[ To explain it: that she could leave him, as she likely had to keep Drogon and Rhaegal safe, was not the same as mentally steeling herself to. To face the guilt, loss, and compounded grief upon the thought of him... of him dying that day, as well. Alone. Abandoned. Hopeless. Perhaps another time she would explain, after she's had the opportunity to absorb all of this, to truly allow the news to settle. When the unease in her stomach ceases churning, and the jagged hole in her heart ceases to moan so loudly for a dragon still safely resting on the cliffs of Dragonstone. ]
He was meant to do so much more than my brother ever could. [ Wetness remains pooled at the bottoms of her lids, not quite enough to roll down her cheeks, but enough to frustrate her over their presence. Jon has a question in his eyes, there's so much in those eyes, too much for her to grasp at this very moment. But she tries. She tries to focus on him and less on-- ] To bring honor to his name. To avenge our family. To be revered and loved.
[ Because Viserys... He'd despised her too much to ever allow her to love him the way Viserion had. ]
We will. Together.
[ If nothing else is true of all this, her promise to ally with him would be. She knows herself, knows that these actions and events he speaks of are not things she would do lightly. To overlook the threat of Cersei? To march into northern lands versus the south? The loss of one of hers would push her for revenge, to fell this Night King, to introduce him properly to fire and blood. ]
Just as we'll return home together.