[Seeing Robbs tears makes everything worse. He's supposed to be steady and in charge. He's supposed to be brave. But where did that get him? Robb's dead. He's been murdered, by traitors, and all at once the enormity of that hits Bran. Asgard is it, it's Robb's ending. It's their ending, their goodbye.
Bran's chest constricts at the thought, and a single rough sob escapes. The tears are starting to spill over, finally.]
You didn't know what would happen. You didn't mean it.
[But it is his fault, a vicious part of him tries to say. He broke his vow, he turned them against the Starks. Looking at Robb right now though, so small and hurt, it isn't true. Robb didn't mean for this to happen. Bran might know nothing of love and weddings, but he knows that following one's heart is always admirable. He can't fault his brother for that. Deciding someone's wife for them is stupid.]
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Bran's chest constricts at the thought, and a single rough sob escapes. The tears are starting to spill over, finally.]
You didn't know what would happen. You didn't mean it.
[But it is his fault, a vicious part of him tries to say. He broke his vow, he turned them against the Starks. Looking at Robb right now though, so small and hurt, it isn't true. Robb didn't mean for this to happen. Bran might know nothing of love and weddings, but he knows that following one's heart is always admirable. He can't fault his brother for that. Deciding someone's wife for them is stupid.]