what doesn’t kill you doesn’t always make you stronger.
sometimes it leaves you weaker; hoping for an end that will never come, for a mercy that no amount of prayers
can give your dirty, bloodstained soul, because you will never believe you deserve it.
sometimes, what doesn’t kill you makes you wish that it did.
Sometimes he thinks: it's much easier to be Reek than Theon Greyjoy.
Reek is always afraid. Reek has lost literally everything, Reek is afraid he gets hurt again, Reek has a phantom pain in his fingers, Reek is— Reek is sorry.
He is sorry, he is so sorry, for real, but, in the end, what does it change? Theon Greyjoy should have died there with Robb, he should've been killed by Freys; Theon Greyjoy died at Winterfell as a coward and traitor— exactly as a man he was. He used to call himself “the prince of Winterfell”, and look at him now. He is nothing more than a broken man with the name that doesn't even belong to him, but he is too scared to just think about it.
Don't think. Don't speak without permission, if you don’t want to get hurt again. The rules are simple, even Reek can remember them. Rickon Stark is just a little boy, but he thinks he's already lost everything; he has no idea how much wrong he is, and Reek doesn’t want to see the boy realizes it. Reek (Theon, he was Theon back then, he doesn’t want to remember Theon Turncloak, sometimes he misses the dungeon of Dreadfort, because darkness is really good at killing memories) killed the farm boy in Bran’s place — he didn't find Bran, but he did find Rickon. He couldn't kill him back then — now he thinks it would be better for the boy to be dead.
Ramsay told him: “Remember who you are, Reek, you better remember your name.”
And, oh, he remembers. He just wishes Rickon to remember it too.
Thanks Gods, he thought, Roose Bolton told his bastard not to touch the young Stark, and then caught himself: no one can call Ramsay a bastard. Not a bastard, not Lord Snow, he is Lord Bolton now, don’t dare to forget about it.
“Not Theon”, his voice was shaking, as he stood at the door. “There's no Theon left, only Reek, my lord.”
It rhymes with weak, he thinks.
“Please, stop calling me that,” he said, avoiding young Stark’s sight. Ramsay told him he has to do for young Stark everything a servant should do; that’s not much, Rickon barely even speaks to him, but Rickon always calls him Theon, Reek always tells him there’s no Theon left and hopes Ramsay will never know about it.
Does he hate them? Theon used to think he does. Theon used to think he hates them with all his heart; he thought he was more Greyjoy than Stark, then he understood there’s nothing of Greyjoys left in him, but it was too late; now he is no one, Theon Greyjoy is the name he would like to forget. He is Reek, it rhymes with freak, Rickon’s words don’t change anything.
“I’m sorry,” that doesn’t change a thing too, nothing can. He spoke quietly as he moved around the chamber.
Reek wishes Theon was dead too; the truth is that he already is, but, oh, and what? The truth is that Theon Greyjoy got what he deserved— and there's no forgiveness for the things he's done. He killed or left to die everyone who trusted him, he deserves it, he thinks, he deserves everything. He told himself he did it for his father, but his true father died at the King's Landing. Stark's ward always smiled, Reek forgot that a smile can actually mean something but a threat. He was not a ward, he never actually felt like one, he was a hostage, the truth was ugly, Robb and others were much too kind to him, the kindness, he thinks, was the reason House Stark fell; their kindness was also the thing he never deserved.
When he closes his eyes, he still sees Robb's face. When he closes his eyes, he still sees a farm boy's burned body and Ned Stark's smile. He remembers that Sansa was the pretty one, Arya reminded him of an angry little wolf, Robb was just too kind and Rickon and Bran were too young for this world. Things have changed so much.
What doesn't kill you doesn't make you stronger neither.
Reek got used to pain; that doesn't mean he's not afraid of it anymore. He is too afraid to even look at Rickon, Ramsay knows that, Ramsay knows what Rickon feels, Ramsay wants them both to suffer, but he is not allowed to touch the boy. Ramsay is angry, and there're things worse than death — Reek knows it better than anyone in this castle, not only because of what he's been through, but also because of what he's seen; it is much worse when you're too scared to die, not because you're not brave enough to kill yourself (Reek isn't brave; Reek is pathetic and miserable and that's why he allows himself think about it), but because you know what Ramsay will do to you.
He made his choice and he chose wrong, everything he's done was wrong; he turned on Robb, he captured Winterfell, he betrayed everything he could, even himself. There’re souls that can’t be saved and there’re souls that don’t deserve saving. Everything here screams: you deserve it. You deserve to be here, you deserve to suffer for Theon’s sins; you deserve, at least, to be Reek.
He would say the old gods are laughing now, but the old gods left Winterfell a long time ago.
The truth is: there’s no one left to hate or be hated.
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