“Gods do not weep. Or do they?”
17: Faith you’d worship | The Drowned God | 30 Days of ASOIAF
“Let, Theon, your servant be born again from the sea, as you were. Bless him with salt, bless him with stone, bless him with steel.”
“What is dead may never die.”
“What is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger.”
“Theon,” they seemed to whisper, “Theon.” The old gods, he thought. They know me. They know my name. I was Theon of House Greyjoy. I was a ward of Eddard Stark, a friend and brother to his children. “Please.” He fell to his knees. “A sword, that’s all I ask. Let me die as Theon, not as Reek.” Tears trickled down his cheeks, impossibly warm. “I was ironborn. A son… a son of Pyke, of the islands.”
You gave me away like I was some dog you didn’t want anymore. And now you curse me because I’ve come home.
You were a terrible baby, do you know that? Bawling all the time, never sleeping. And one night you just wouldn’t shut up, screaming like a dying pig. I walked over to your crib, I looked down at you. I wanted to strangle you. And you looked up at me and you stopped screaming. You smiled at me. Don’t die so far from the sea.
