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And We Danced (Masquerade Overflow!)

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I sent him back. [Robb says it with a neutral voice while looking at Sokka, realising very well that, despite all the sweet reds and delicious food, this conversation has taken a more serious course.] I decided that he was done paying for his lord father's mistakes and I sent him back home. I asked of him if he could parley with lord Balon and ask for an alliance. [Finally some sort of melancholic sadness shines through in his voice.] Theon returned to the North and took my castle.

[And it hurts him. It still does.]

He never saw them. And when he returned they decided he did not belong. It is my fault. I never...I thought lord Balon would be pleased, but instead of that he shunned his son. And betrayal would be the only way for Theon to prove his father he still belonged.

[Robb can hear the voice in the back of his head telling him that this is his fault. Like many things were. From his brother's fate to the suffering his sister went through.]

She sounds like a brave young woman, Sokka. You have my sympathies.

[He can see the change on the other's face. The loss had hit him hard.]

But at times... [A sigh escapes his mouth.] ...you cannot wish for the things you want, the gods have different plans.

...So you gave him his freedom and he turned on you? That's- that's awful. I mean, I get it, wanting to win your father's praise, but to do what he did- I dunno. I'm torn between feeling sorry for him and hating him.

[He can only guess at how ROBB feels about all that. Pretty shitty, he'd imagine. ]

...Yeah. The world would have ended if she hadn't. [There's a pause, because this is a bit of a weird story so. ]

She became the Moon Spirit. It's- complicated, but the first one got killed and without the Moon Spirit? No Moon. No waterbending. No tides. The world would have died without her doing what she did.

...Still didn't make it any easier, though.

[Something heavy and sad settles in his heart.]

It is not unexpected. I should not have send him back. [Aka: it is his own fault. Even though his decisions come from honor, honor is not going to save the day.] He is Ironborn after all. [And his best friend...or was.] I do not take treason well. I will have his head.

[This conversation went from fun to random to absolutely heartwrenching. Both seem to be occupied with matters that hurt.]

I do not get it. How can a spirit inhabit the moon? [Robb shakes his head a little.] Or is that what you believe? Wouldn’t be waterbending more difficult without water?

Then you would bend nothing.

...Wow. Not even gonna imprison him? Just- slice his head right off?

[He was willing for that to happen to Ozai, but Ozai was literally trying to burn the world. And, in the end, Aang had been right, keeping him alive. Or...he hoped Aang had been right. Time would tell on that one.]

It's connected to the moon. Tides, and all that you know? And she absolutely became the moon spirit, I saw it with my own eyes and you gotta know I'm pretty cynical when it comes to stuff like this.

I guess? I don't know the ins and outs, it's not something I can do anyway, so.

[Robb sighs and shakes his head.] Betrayal is betrayal. I could never trust him again and my lords would not accept it if I would forgive him either. It needs to be done. Sooner or later. [Another sigh.] It is the most painful way to end a friendship and I cannot deny that I wish it turned out differently.

[But his life seems to be keen on having to leave everything behind. Friends became enemies and vice versa.]

I think... I think there is something quite... [How to describe it... Poetic? Romantic? Beautiful?] ...nice about that. If she would truly be a moon spirit than all you have to do is look at the moon and see her. So she is never truly gone forever. [Robb flashes Sokka a smile.]

But what about just...I don't know, imprisoning him or something? Why right to the head slicing?

[He smiles. It's sad, but it's a smile all the same. That's what she had said. That she'd always be with him. ]

You know, that's pretty true. It's not quite the same, but I know she's always around anyway.

Because that is a fitting punishment for a traitor. [It is how it is. Of course there is also the fact that his men probably would not accept it if Robb would leave Theon inside a dungeon. And he wasn’t worth much as a hostage, at least that was clear.] Death. [It would not easy to actually do it but Robb has no plans on showing mercy when it came to Theon’s treacherous ways.]

I think, at times, it could be of comfort. [Robb does not believe that his own father is inside a moon, or a sun, or anywhere. And secretly he wishes he had such a way of comforting himself.] When sadness overcomes you, for instance.

...That just doesn't sit right with me, I'm sorry.

[Jeez, Aang really HAD rubbed off on him. For the best, he hopes. ]

I guess. I mean...yeah. It's a comfort.

[Oh no, talking about his own feelings, he can't do thaaat. ]

[To Robb it seems logic to behead a man for treason and when Sokka tells him that it isn’t right in his eyes he merely shrugs.] These are the laws of the North. [En general Westerosi.] They do not have to apply to you. Or your realm.

[Robb gazes at the other as he reaches for another cake.]

It is. [He smiles at Sokka, noticing a little that things are a bit harder for is captain than he wants to let on.] Do not forget that.

...True.

[He still doesn't like it any more brah. ]

Yeah, thanks. I won't. Uh...I'll leave you to the party. There's a half a cow leg somewhere with my name on it, I'm sure.

[Robb nods a serious nod.]

Very well. [Another nod.] It was good to speak to you, captain. I hope you will have a pleasant time here. With your cow leg, that is.

OH, I will, trust me.

[And off he goes, to enjoy his cow leg. ]

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