I know you would, and I mean it for true when I say I'd do the same. But it never worked that way there, not really.
There was one dream where I chased a crow, or more like it was leading me to you, but I found other things in your place. The dead. Your dead. Our dead.
When I was in that place, that hell, some of us changed. Not like warging, but I felt my body twist and break until I was not a woman or a human at all, but a bird. A hungry, hateful, rotting corpse of a bird with my own mind at war. I lost the war and attacked a friend. I bit him. Tried to eat him out of ravenous hate.
It happened again in that dream, but I burst into flame.
[It's easier to send this way than to say it. It's sickening to recall, and a whole host of other things. The sickness of the sounds, of the baby crawldragging itself, of Robb, Arya, gods be good Lady. That's another sickening pang, that loss. She'd been real in the dreamscape, somehow - and then she'd been dead and snarling and ...charred meat.]
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There was one dream where I chased a crow, or more like it was leading me to you, but I found other things in your place. The dead. Your dead. Our dead.
When I was in that place, that hell, some of us changed. Not like warging, but I felt my body twist and break until I was not a woman or a human at all, but a bird. A hungry, hateful, rotting corpse of a bird with my own mind at war. I lost the war and attacked a friend. I bit him. Tried to eat him out of ravenous hate.
It happened again in that dream, but I burst into flame.
[It's easier to send this way than to say it. It's sickening to recall, and a whole host of other things. The sickness of the sounds, of the baby crawldragging itself, of Robb, Arya, gods be good Lady. That's another sickening pang, that loss. She'd been real in the dreamscape, somehow - and then she'd been dead and snarling and ...charred meat.]