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[kingofbadlifechoices]

Who: Robb & Jojen
Broadcast: n/a
Action: At the new planet, after Robb has visited the tree and frets about Bran
When: Some backdated date

[Robb can feel a massive headache coming up and he keeps on pinching the bridge of his nose, hoping to stave it off at least until he has arrived back at the Blue Fish. It had not gone well. He had chased his brother away for the second time now and he has no idea how to make it right anymore.

He figures that his brother could’ve remembered other things than warging. Bran knew Robb did not want to have anything to do with it. But he does not want to lose his brother, especially since he knows that he is about to lose so many other things when returning to Westeros.

While mulling all of this over he stares at the ground, frowning deeply, not realizing he is about to bump into someone.]

Comments

[greensights]

Curious, isn't it?

[ Jojen's wondered why so many Westerosi are here, when there are apparently so many other worlds to choose from. He doesn't think himself particularly that interesting, especially not without his sister. Though, he has noticed, since arriving, his health has been a little better in the sense that it hasn't been deteriorating as badly. Perhaps it means he won't need her to fight his battles... As hopeful a thought as that is, he doubts it. ]

It is not safe anywhere, behind or beyond the wall. I'm afraid I already have. [ Sorry, not sorry, Robb-o. ]

He hasn't lied, I'm from Bran's future. He has not yet made it as far as I recall, if I understand what he was trying to explain.

[ A pause, and then a bit more boldly. ] I do not think he would lie to you about something important even if you disagreed with it.

[ Another shorter pause. ] Why not?

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb nods firmly.]
It is. [Then he smiles a bit of a sour smile.] I may hope the right people come show up instead of the bad ones. [But in a way he would not mind it if lord Bolton would show up, or King Joffrey. At the least he could kill them then.]

Have you managed to avoid the Wildlings? [Robb raises both eyebrows.] Gods be good, I have not given you permission to take my brother,...my heir, to a place where chances are big that he will end up dead! [Jojen, what are you thinking?] Did your lord father decide this? [If so he might be a little bit more mild. Only a little bit, though.] Bran cannot walk...

[Oh man, now it’s about time and future again...]

And how will that future be? Probably one after my death, is it not? Is it one of those...other universes? Ones that are the same but not quite the same? Or am I just as dead?

[At the last question Robb just sighs and shrugs.] I do not know why not.

[greensights]

There are worse things than Wildlings beyond the Wall. [ Jojen's eyebrows knit together, mirroring an inverse of a grumpier Robb Stark. He doesn't look impressed to be spoken down to in such a manner, but he understands it nonetheless. Bran is his brother, he wants to protect him just as much as Jojen wishes to protect Meera. Robb was their king, he's Jojen's king as long as he stands there breathing and angsting at him, he wouldn't hold his emotions against him. ]

You were not there to give your permission. [ Robb, it's a fair point. ] He was in danger, and decided it himself. But it was upon my lord father's request that I met Bran and offered to help him. [ He's not going to hide behind his father, even if it was Howland that sent him to Winterfell. ] Bran doesn't need to walk. The strongest of us work with what the Gods give us, and your brother is perhaps the strongest I have ever met.

[ The look on Jojen's face is just getting crabbier looking, sorry............. This is an uncomfortable topic, especially to be berated about. It's not Robb that's bothering him so much as the though of death that he keeps picking at, like a sore wound that Jojen will share with him. It makes him feel almost sick. ]

Your death remains. [ His expression softens though, and his gaze falls to the ground instead. ] All men must die someday. The best we can do is face our death with honour. [ Who is he trying to convince. ]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb nods at those words.]

Aye, there are. [Like bloody King Joffrey and that wretched woman where he came from. And he pulls a face when he thinks of them.] And if there are even worse things behind the Wall I do not understand why you would think it is wise to take Bran that far. Did your father decide this? [Was Howland Reed scheming behind his back as well? He finds that extremely hard to believe, the Reeds have always been loyal to house Stark. It would be folly to doubt them.]

You should have written me! Not make foolish decisions on your own! [And then? What would Robb have done? March to Winterfell to pick up Bran while there were more urgent matters in the west? Or there was the other option, of course. Death.

Still, he calms down when he tells him how strong Bran is. Somewhat of a smile appears on his face and he nods.] That is true. He is a Stark through and through.

[The smile disappears from Robb’s face almost immediately when Jojen says that and that heavy feeling returns in his stomach again. He does not want to die. Not like that.]

What is honorable about treason? About...dying on lord Frey’s floor...guestright be damned? [There is an annoying little squeak in his voice while he says that.] But...it is true...all men die. It is folly to hope you can choose your death... [If Robb would die during his war he wanted to die on the battlefield, knowing he had fought for his cause. If he would survive his wish would be to die of old age surrounded by his loved ones.

Apparently he got the bad end of the deal.]

It feels as if the gods have cursed our house...