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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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[Robb can understand that. He recognizes some of himself in that and he hesitates for a moment before he opens his mouth again.]

Arya has gone home... [His voice sounds a little hoarse and it is hard to dismiss Theon’s words. Something horrible awaits her back home.] ...she left some things behind. There is a little direwolf...

[He does not open the door, he simply leans against it when he speaks.]

[There's silence for almost a full minute, broken only by the rustle of blankets and the creak of wooden wheels, but at length, the door opens and Bran appears. His modern pajamas are rumpled and his hair is a bird's nest - under heavy bangs, his eyes are tinged red. The news of Arya's departure has already made it to him, and so has the even more unfortunate tale of her fate.]

... I know about the Boltons.

[Robb waits while staring at the ground. He can hear the sounds of Bran moving around in there. Maybe his brother wants to see him after all.

And when the door opens Robb finds himself a little overwhelmed with how small Bran looks. Small and very sad.]

Who has told you? [Robb moves to crouch down in front of his little brother, trying not to focus on the guilt that turned his stomach into stone.]

Jojen.

[He doesn't want to tell Robb about the greendreams - not yet - so he spills a tiny white lie.]

He heard it from Theon.

[A deep frown appears on his face. Robb knows of it rather recently and he wonders if they have been keeping that information from him out of pity or anything like that. Would it truly be?]

Theon told me Jojen has also been the one telling him.

[And for once, he believes Theon. For some reason he feels as if they keep him out of everything and it angers him slightly. And getting angry in front of Bran is not the best choice he can make and he tries to keep it to soft muttering.]

Why tell a dead man of the future of his family? It is not that he will actually be there to live it. [He sighs.] Just tell me what you know, Bran. [Another sigh as he attempts to keep his anger at bay.] I would appreciate it if you do.

[He looks at Robb, and blinks. Then blinks again. Then, softly, ]

Jojen and I both have the greensight.

[Robb looks at his brother for a long time after that confession.]

Were you ever planning on telling me that? Or are you only telling me now because I ask of it? Because none of you told me of... [He sighs deeply.] ...of Arya. Greensight or not.

[He pinches the bridge of his nose.]

Gods...

I never saw anything about her. But Asha came here with the same story. I thought I was the last to hear of it.

[He sounds a little defensive, but mostly his tone is plain sad. This isn't an argument he wants to have, for once.]

Rickon has it too. We both saw what happened to Father.

[Robb does not want this argument either, yet it is there and he has to go on with it.]

No. I was. Even Theon knew. [Greensight isn't as bad as warging. It was something that belonged to the Crannogmen. At the least, that is what he vaguely remembers. But then again, Robb never paid as much attention to maester Luwin's words as he did to those from Rodrik Cassel's mouth.]

You cannot see that. [First of all...that is awful. It would be an awful sight and his brothers should be spared from that.] That would be... When did you see that? How?

The night before it happened, in dreams.

[He looks away, shrinking into the collar of his fur.]

I saw him in the crypts.

Why haven’t you mentioned that?

[Well, that is a stupid question and Robb knows the answer immediately. They would not have listened to Bran’s words.]

Can you predict what happens in the future? Is that how you knew about...what will happen to me?
[All this bloody magic and sorcery makes his head spin.]

Sansa told me. I can't choose what I see.

[He looks down, and backs up his wheelchair a little. Shame radiates from his hunched shoulders.]

... I thought you would be ashamed.

[No, this is not what he wants. It never is. He shakes his head and sighs, remembering that moment where he sat next to his little brother's bed and promised to ride up to the Wall and see Jon. It was going to be an adventure. And he remembers he had cried and he is quite sure that Bran had known.

They were brothers back then. And that is something different than him being a king and Bran being his heir.]

Things changed over time.

[He would be ashamed. He simply would be, not wanting to tell his men that his family is full of wargs and what not.]

I did as well. But back then...as a brother, I might have listened. [As a king, he would have not.] Do you truly trust me, Bran?

As a brother.

[It's as though he's read Robb's thoughts - fortunately, even his greensight does not allow such an ability.]

Not as a king.

[It isn’t the first time that Robb struggles with himself like that. Being a king versus being a brother. But it has been such a long time when he has been the brother. He forgot how he could be one.]

I cannot... [Robb bites his lip and frowns.] ...I cannot guarantee his return. [He crouches down again so he is at the same height as his brother.] The brother. [He simply forgot how to be one. How to focus on something that wasn’t half of the realm and the men living in it.]

I am not that much of a king, I am afraid. [The longer he stays here, the more convinced he is of that.] I hoped... [Robb wants to finish that sentence but decides to sigh instead.] Maybe in the future.

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