[Robb sighs and chews his lower lip. This angers and saddens him at the same time and he can feel tears burning behind his eyes. Gods, don’t cry, you are no bloody babe. He should take all their heads. The entire family.]

That hate is a mutual thing. [He hisses the words.] For what he has done to you, our lord father, the North. [Robb shakes his head and continues to bite his lip.] But you should never believe their words. [And if Stannis Baratheon’s words are true...]

The idea of father confessing to things he cannot have done... [It sends shivers down his spine even though all he have are some words and some letters.] There is no bloody justice in that.