That's what you said about Rickon then. But I tried to save him. I did what I could.
[He shakes his head, remembering his young brother dying at his feet. He had tried so hard, made the horse run at its fullest gallop. He would never have been fast enough. There would always have been an arrow for Rickon, always at Jon's feet.
But when he hears what Sansa is saying, his eyes grow a little more wild, and he shakes his head harder.]
No. Bran is lost to us. Bran went north of the Wall. My friend Sam, Samwell Tarly, he met him at the Nightfort, where he crossed. He was traveling with a boy and a girl, and Hodor, and Summer. Sam said he gave them dragonglass for protection, but that was years ago, back before Robb died, and a little bit of dragonglass would never have been enough for their little group. Nothing can live there, not with the White Walkers. Wherever Bran is... he is dead, or he isn't Bran anymore.
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[He shakes his head, remembering his young brother dying at his feet. He had tried so hard, made the horse run at its fullest gallop. He would never have been fast enough. There would always have been an arrow for Rickon, always at Jon's feet.
But when he hears what Sansa is saying, his eyes grow a little more wild, and he shakes his head harder.]
No. Bran is lost to us. Bran went north of the Wall. My friend Sam, Samwell Tarly, he met him at the Nightfort, where he crossed. He was traveling with a boy and a girl, and Hodor, and Summer. Sam said he gave them dragonglass for protection, but that was years ago, back before Robb died, and a little bit of dragonglass would never have been enough for their little group. Nothing can live there, not with the White Walkers. Wherever Bran is... he is dead, or he isn't Bran anymore.
I'm sorry.