[ it's a lot to take in. her future — would it still come to pass? would knowing it now change how it will be?

we killed him there.

does she bloody her hands, then? does she become a wolf-bat, does she kill him with a spell like all those stories claim she did with joffrey? it would be deserved of ramsay to die horribly. he should die several times over, not just for the horrors he'd visited upon her but for all the people he's tormented. for the girls he'd hunt. for the old woman he'd made an example of, whose only crime was remembering the girl that sansa was.

tell me how he dies. tell me it was cruel. tell me i had nightmares about it.

sansa doesn't say any of it, chooses to hold her brother close instead. ]

Rickon was dead the moment he had him. He would never let a trueborn son named Stark live, not if he wanted to keep his claim of Winterfell through me. [ her poor rickon, her baby brother. had theon told her the truth, then? is bran still out there, still alive? she'd called upon lord baelish — what had it cost her? ] What about Bran? We have to find Bran. Theon said he——

He must be out there. Alone. When we get back, we have to find him.