His hand grasps hers in a futile attempt.

"Live," he whispers. "How could I?"

His eyes soak in your cold presence, unmoving and unfeeling.

"We traded places, didn't we?"

"Is this what you felt, when you watched me wither away in Winterfell, when you saw me live like a husk."

Theon laughs.

"I didn't know it hurt this much."