BREATHS ARE ICY CLOUDS in the deep Northern air where their embrace is doubly warm. When Jon pulls back to find his uncle’s eyes, there is a mixture of relief and betrayal within his own. ❛
you left me ALONE to fight.
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Benjen had hung his head, slightly ashamed at having left his nephew alone. “Jon…” The watcher started to speak as he saw the look in Jon’s eyes. “I left you to continue the fight, both you to do so and myself in the wilds. I almost died out there Jon.” He was stern now, his hand slipped from Jon’s shoulders as he looked away briefly. “I’m sorry.”
“If these are to be my brothers, I’ll prefer making ENEMIES.” Jon is sulky as he grips the pommel of his sword and steps aside for the first ranger. The sound of Grenn and Pyp’s laughter from the armory helps matters none. In WINTERFELL, the Stark bastard was an impressive swordsman indeed, quick and agile. Here, he is up against seasoned rangers who find no envy in his talents.
Benjen wanted to be be surprised at Jon’s words, he wanted to be left speechless and try to argue with his nephew on making enemies but he knew Jon well enough to know it was going to be near impossible to change his mind when he got stuck on an idea. “Just don’t get yourself killed by doing that. Give it some to adjust, do that for me, please?”
Being a brother of the watch was not an easy life and newcomers always meant a new adjustment period for both the new and the old. “They’re not from such a great house as you.” He reminded Jon, hearing the others laughter. “An you, in turn, were not raised by a farmer or a blacksmith.”
“What I was told t’ do.” Jon says heavily. “Lord Commander Mormont told me t’ learn what I could about the wildlings. This is how to do it.”
“By living with them…by-” He didn’t dare think of what his nephew was doing as a wildling spy. “You start to get to close and cozy…You best remember you are a brother of the Nights Watch” Benjen hissed fearing the worst for Jon.
“Mormont could’ave sent anyone else…” Benjen sighed as he looked at his nephew. His young, sweet and good nephew who shouldn’t have come here. Who was giving up a life the wildlings and their own people could have given him.
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