Words rose to Robb's tongue and then ebbed again, incomplete thoughts, flashes of emotion -- There was too much and too complex to explain alone, even had he thought he could manage it. His father certainly couldn't have been expected to know any of it, to understand everything that become wrapped up in the swing of the blade that morning in King's Landing.

"We were split," Robb allows. "The girls in King's Landing, Jon at the wall." In truth, despite his title and his end, his thread had likely been the most tedious of the lot. "I was simply a boy playing at war before I came here."