[ bran's initial worry with the video was just that--that someone might have seen him. they've been in the north for so long that he rarely has to worry about his name, or about finding someone that might recognize him as the dead prince living, but here in this place, the drabuwurld, it could be different. there weren't many crippled young boys with giants and wolves for companions, after all--it'd be easy for someone who wanted him dead as they assumed he was to find him, especially here, where he waits, alone, with only summer to protect himself. ]
I, um--
[ the text catches his hesitance. does he lie? does he not speak at all? he fidgets with the thing for some time before he opens his mouth again, with somewhat of a lame answer. ]
...Brandon.
[ bran is a terrible liar. but surely there are many brandons in the world. there are fewer brans, and only one bran stark. ]
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I, um--
[ the text catches his hesitance. does he lie? does he not speak at all? he fidgets with the thing for some time before he opens his mouth again, with somewhat of a lame answer. ]
...Brandon.
[ bran is a terrible liar. but surely there are many brandons in the world. there are fewer brans, and only one bran stark. ]