[He wants to call out as Magnus approaches her, instinctively afraid of more harm being done to Ygritte. Just as soon as that fear tore through him, it was replaced by the reminder that she wasn't real. She was dead.
That was confirmed the moment Magnus' hand went through her, causing her to ripple as though she were nothing more than the morning mist.]
I did. She died. [He still can't take his eyes off of her, afraid that she will disappear, but aching at the sight of her.] I don't know how this is possible.
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That was confirmed the moment Magnus' hand went through her, causing her to ripple as though she were nothing more than the morning mist.]
I did. She died. [He still can't take his eyes off of her, afraid that she will disappear, but aching at the sight of her.] I don't know how this is possible.