But we're not free || Robb&Theon
Robbâs head was pounding, but the thump, thump, thump of the command knocking around in his head faded once heâd obeyed. He didnât know why â but certain things, he just did them. And if he tried to ignore them, his head started to ache and he found himself wanting to do whatever it was heâd been told.
It wasnât so bad. It wasnât like anyone told him to do anything bad.
He wasnât sure why he did it. Why he sliced his face open, left himself trembling and bleeding. âI had toâŠâ he trailed off, trying to explain.
The splicer took Robbâs face onto his hands, bitting his own lips at the sight of the mess. Then he started working with the aid kit, trying to clean the wounds and stop the blood, inject the liquid and hope it to be enough. No, it everything was far from good now. Why did everything twist so suddenly?
âNo, no, no, no!â His hands were shaking, and for a moment no other word could come out from his mouth. Theon had no way of comprehending why he had to obey. âYou didnât have to! I didnât want this to happen, I justâŠâ The apologies were never really spoken.
âYou have to be ok, we need to move, weââ