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Who: Robb & you!
Broadcast: Voice
Action: Mostly at the Blue Fish
When: Today

Network – Voice
[When Robb speaks his voice sounds like that of a sick old man above his eighties. In his life he hasn’t been sick often but when it strikes it mostly manages to floor him at least for a couple of days.]

If there is anyone still in possession of anything that used to belong to my sister Arya, I would like to ask you if you can bring them to me. I stay at the Blue Fish. My name is Robb Stark, I am in charge of security. I am also her oldest brother.

You have my thanks.

[To those who come by to hand over Arya’s stuff or want to run into him – The Blue Fish]
[Robb is waiting for you at the docking station, dressed in the uniform belonging to his job as head of security. The only abnormal thing about him is that he looks pale and has a running nose.

You will be thanked for your donation and if you’re lucky he’ll sneeze in your face as well.]

[To those who want to come visit to fret over Robb and/or is a resident on the Blue Fish]
[Most of the day Robb will be found in his bed with the lights off and his head tucked away underneath the blankets. He has messaged his captain about his sickness and prefers to sleep it off.

So come fuss. He’ll probably be grouchy about it.]

[Action – closed to Bran]
[After Robb has taken a shower and changed into different clothes he actually feels a bit better. At least, good enough to pay his younger brother a visit. Just to check if he is still here, on this bloody ship.

Robb knocks twice.]

Bran? [And another knock.] It is me, Robb. [Robb is sure that Bran probably knows that it is him but just in case.] I need to speak to you. [Or well, just see him. Just knowing that he is allright.] It is about Arya...ah...

[The rest of the words disappear into a loud sneeze.]

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[Oh, no. No. Robb takes a step backwards when he sees Theon stepping out of one of the small ships. Of course, there is the option that the other would bring him something that used to belong to Arya, and that is the only reason why Robb stays there.]

Back home, I take.

[He sniffs and focuses his gaze onto Theon, trying to look calm and steady.]

Do you have anything of her you want to give to me?

No. I have nothing of hers.

[ He gives Robb a hard stare, clearly waiting for some sort of explanation. Even know, it's difficult for Theon to resign himself to the fact that the Starks owe him nothing. Lord Eddard did his duty; he kept Balon's son clothed, fed, and educated. Despite the time Theon spent with the Starks, they don't have to keep him in their information loop. ]

"I take"? Is that all you have to say to me? Were you going to tell me at all if I didn't come find you myself?

I had no intentions to tell you, Theon. [He shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut when it makes the world spin around him a little. Maybe he should lie down...]

Why would I?

[ Immediately, he's hurt. He knows he shouldn't be, but he truly is. He can see that Robb is ill and likely shouldn't be out of bed to begin with, though, so Theon staves his anger. Instead, he falls back on his other defense: he grits his teeth and forces a smile. ]

Of course you wouldn't. After all, ten years with your family was nothing at all. Certainly I never once cared for you or any of your siblings.

[ He gives a soft, bitter laugh. All that salt. All of it. ]

Still, I might have thought you of all people would be more concerned. Don't try to pretend that you don't know what awaits your sister at home.

[They were going to have this conversation again? Now?]

I do not have to explain you this, Theon. I have done many times... I grow weary of it. [And it is not easy to want Theon back as a friend while there is no way he truly can.

But the last sentence is the one that sets Robb off. For a moment the look on his face becomes a little sharper.]

I know what awaits her. Worry not, I know. [But right now he feels too queasy to have a guilt trip. That would have to come later.]

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[ They are going to have this conversation again, and they are going to have it now. Even Theon grows weary of this roundabout argument, but he and Robb are both stubborn. If Theon has to suffer, he's intent on making Robb suffer along with him. ]

It's easy for you to say that, isn't it? [ Again, he smiles, and again, he laughs. It's easier to slip back into his smiling mask than it is to explain how he really feels. ] Let me remind you, Robb. I didn't have to tell you about Arya either.

[ It's cruel of him to say, but it feels cruel of Robb to withhold information as well. Blood for blood, just as they've always been taught. ]

And while you pretend to know what awaits your sister, you'd be better off doing it in bed. You look as if a light breeze will blow you over.

Oh, it is so bloody easy! [Robb throws his hands in the air, obviously annoyed.] Look! Look how easy it is, every bloody time! [And it does not hurt, and it does not make him sad.] Every time I have told you off I am holding a victorious feast to celebrate this.

[Robb does not laugh. He just glares at Theon.] Yet you did. Yet you wanted to. So please do... Please tell me of her suffering because of my doing and your cowardice. [This tires him out and somewhere deep inside he can even say that it is not surprising anymore. The extent of his actions are great and the punishment everyone suffers is severe.

He wonders if the guilt trip will ever come to a halt.]

Frey’s arrows and Bolton’s sword will blow me over. Not this fever. I will survive.

[ Robb's anger and frustration should come as a relief. After all, at least it's Robb being Robb the boy and no Robb the lord, but that isn't what Theon is after. He wants some sign that Robb believes him, that Robb might be willing to truly forgive him in the future.

But he doesn't see that. He's silent for a moment, but then he sneers, takes a step forward, and gives Robb a push backwards. ]

Get to bed, your grace. [ His tone is dripping with sarcasm. Better this than another punch to the face, right? ] Before your own poor health does you in first. If you're lucky, you'll see the truth in my words when this passes.

[The push should not come as a surprise but yet it does. Robb stumbles backwards and bumps his head against the wall behind him. He groans and rubs the back of his head but does not jump forward to give Theon a piece of his mind with his fists.]

The Others take your head! [He hisses the words softly and glares at his former best friend.] I have not even called you a liar, you bloody lackwit of a turncloak! [Nice, now he has a nasty flu and a pounding head. Thanks a lot, Theon.] What is it what you want from me in the first place?!

Let them.

[ Better them than Ramsay.

He didn't mean to cause Robb any head trauma, but...well, no point in apologizing now. Robb is already angry, and Theon has already been hurt by his words. If they ever come to an understanding, it will be a goddamn miracle. ]

You've not called me a liar, but you've shown me nothing that says you believe me either. I want nothing from you. But after everything I told you, I expected to be delivered the news just as your siblings were. How long has she been gone?

I wish they would. So you’d stop your endless nonsense.

[Robb moves both of his hands through his hair.]

You want everything from me otherwise you would have been able to take a hint! Just because you have told me everything others refuse to tell me does not make me feel like informing you about what happens afterwards!

Go look upon your communicator. It keeps up with time. Modern technology and such.