A mother he never knew, what a shame. Viserys felt himself in that same boat on his poorer days. They have something in common. Imagine that! Viserys offers a sympathetic Pity under his breath, fingers worrying at each other.
Until that name hits his ears and they still. Latched together, growing white, a moment from trembling. His steps slowed as well so he could look at Jon once more. Recognition, again, this time with trace amounts of uncertainty and a dash of, yes, enmity. But he looked back at Ghost as well, as though to remind himself even if he was of strong stock (he was not), he had more than enough reason not to lash out at their heels. Bastard of the Usurper's dog, of course. Of course. Direwolf and all that dark hair. He should have known.
His hands rest against his stomach, clamped and white. His eyes aren't quite right either. Not at the moment. Anger, hatred, fear, it all passes in equal measure, as quickly as the last, until some semblance of control is won. A bit. Jon is absolutely right that Viserys is not like his sister. She makes it look so easy.
"You could have left me in the path of that metal beast."
But he didn't. Why? To gloat? To warn, to threaten? To prove, later on, some point? He isn't complaining (for once), but the idea that this bastard of Stark "saved" him possibly knowing his ancestry is more relevant, for now, than the past. They can get to that later, possibly, if Viserys doesn't come under the impression for later is exactly what Jon wants.
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Until that name hits his ears and they still. Latched together, growing white, a moment from trembling. His steps slowed as well so he could look at Jon once more. Recognition, again, this time with trace amounts of uncertainty and a dash of, yes, enmity. But he looked back at Ghost as well, as though to remind himself even if he was of strong stock (he was not), he had more than enough reason not to lash out at their heels. Bastard of the Usurper's dog, of course. Of course. Direwolf and all that dark hair. He should have known.
His hands rest against his stomach, clamped and white. His eyes aren't quite right either. Not at the moment. Anger, hatred, fear, it all passes in equal measure, as quickly as the last, until some semblance of control is won. A bit. Jon is absolutely right that Viserys is not like his sister. She makes it look so easy.
"You could have left me in the path of that metal beast."
But he didn't. Why? To gloat? To warn, to threaten? To prove, later on, some point? He isn't complaining (for once), but the idea that this bastard of Stark "saved" him possibly knowing his ancestry is more relevant, for now, than the past. They can get to that later, possibly, if Viserys doesn't come under the impression for later is exactly what Jon wants.