[Her words are so sweet that Jon has to press his lips together and let his eyes duck down away from the locket for a moment or color might spot his cheeks. He feels a swift and sharp surge of guilt for the fact that missing her had been lumped in with missing his siblings as a whole, never quite as hard as missing Robb and Arya had been. He loved her, for he loved all of them more than anything else in the world, but they had never been like to seek each other out in their lord father's house.
That should change, he decides. When she returns, he will find a way to make up for the lost time. He never liked dancing or singing, or any of the things that he remembers she did, but it might have been that he'd never given them a fair chance. He would try again, for her, if she wanted.] I hope the remainder of your journey is swift and easy. [This whole conversation has been like a wild stream, filled with sharp turns everywhere, and he wants more than anything for a way to put back together all the pieces of her that it seems the Lannisters have ripped apart. He feels utterly helpless with a locket in his hand, and nothing more.] I would like to see you again.
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That should change, he decides. When she returns, he will find a way to make up for the lost time. He never liked dancing or singing, or any of the things that he remembers she did, but it might have been that he'd never given them a fair chance. He would try again, for her, if she wanted.] I hope the remainder of your journey is swift and easy. [This whole conversation has been like a wild stream, filled with sharp turns everywhere, and he wants more than anything for a way to put back together all the pieces of her that it seems the Lannisters have ripped apart. He feels utterly helpless with a locket in his hand, and nothing more.] I would like to see you again.