[Baelish knew enough to tell Sansa if he wanted. Jon could only hope that Baelish would want to spare her that pain, the truth so horrific that it could ruin the small measure of happiness she had found here.
The rest he could face. Being king, having died, he didn't like to discuss them, but it was easier than explaining that another member of their family died and Sansa had been brutalized.
He spent the rest of the drive ruminating over what they had discussed. It was only when Jorah was paying the driver that Jon realized they had arrived. Slowly, he pushed himself from his seat and stepped back outside. The specters had caught up to them, not far from where he stood, still staring and still accusing.]
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[Baelish knew enough to tell Sansa if he wanted. Jon could only hope that Baelish would want to spare her that pain, the truth so horrific that it could ruin the small measure of happiness she had found here.
The rest he could face. Being king, having died, he didn't like to discuss them, but it was easier than explaining that another member of their family died and Sansa had been brutalized.
He spent the rest of the drive ruminating over what they had discussed. It was only when Jorah was paying the driver that Jon realized they had arrived. Slowly, he pushed himself from his seat and stepped back outside. The specters had caught up to them, not far from where he stood, still staring and still accusing.]