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Finally, no Baelor.
Still, no Duncan.
He sits closer than he needs to. Come with me to Storm's End. I will love you like a brother. He has never wanted a brother less in his life. Duncan doesn't answer him.
Lyonel thinks about Baelor riding out of the mist — one gesture, one morning, one horn — and Duncan looking at him like he'd never seen a real knight before in his life. Like every knight before had been practice for that moment.
He risked nothing.
I was first. I bled. I walked away breathing.
Baelor died and got that look forever.