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[save_the_souls]

"You've reached Allen Walker. I'm not around, please leave a message!"

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[voice; 11/26]

[save_the_souls]

small>[Well this isn't good]

What's wrong, Bran?

[summerschild]

Lord Robert Baratheon, King of the Seven Kingdoms. He's supposed to be dead, back in Westeros, but he's on the Marsiva now. And he doesn't trust me to take care of Sansa.

[There's something slightly ashamed in his voice now.]

I didn't want him to take her away. I don't want him-

[Near her, he almost says, but he is trying to be an adult, not an emotional young boy, and personal prejudice has no room in the dealings of adults.]

... I said that you're protecting her, and that- that you're a knight. So that he would leave us alone.

Please don't be angry with Sansa.

[save_the_souls]

[...]

Ah...

[Well. Then.]

Of course I'd protect you two, Bran, that's not even a question.

But...you do know I'm not actually a knight, right?

[summerschild]

I know, I had to lie to him.

[And he feels even worse about it now, because...]

It didn't work, in the end. He said he's to see to us now. I don't want him to.

[save_the_souls]

[Well...he can't deny he's a little relieved the deception didn't work, because he had zero interest in being a knight and thought the whole system was rubbish]

[But still, he is worried about Bran]

Why don't you want him to?

[summerschild]

[His brother-in-law and wife threw me out of a window because I caught them having sex. His son killed my father. Now my brother is at war with his brothers. Just the usual.]

He doesn't know what horrors have fallen on his kingdom since his passing, but that doesn't absolve him of any blame.

[save_the_souls]

Meaning...you blame him for what happened back in your world.

[His shoulders slump a little on his end. Yeah, that's really not something that Allen can talk Bran out of feeling. He doesn't know this King Robert guy. Maybe he really did set the stage for everything to be messed up. Allen doesn't know.]

And...why has he taken interest in taking care of Sansa?

[summerschild]

My father was his close friend. They fought together in their youth.

[That may not be much of an explanation, but he trusts that Allen understands the importance of that sort of tie.]

King Robert has never harmed a Stark, but his wife is a Lannister. I only fear his loyalties should he learn what's happened in the time since his death.

[save_the_souls]

Ah...

[That...yeah he gets the comrade part, but the rest]

That sounds like a complicated dilemma....

[Is there a person he can punch?? He's much better at punching than politics]

[summerschild]

[He really should just go punch King Bob. It wouldn't solve any problems, but it would be nice.]

Politics often are.

[save_the_souls]

Mm....I usually try to stay out of them.

[But still, clearly Bran and his sister need help. And that what matters to Allen]

What can I do to help?

[summerschild]

Can we get room for more crew?

[It's a hesitant, shy suggestion. He still feels terribly new and small on this ship.]

I haven't asked Sansa yet, but I do hope she wouldn't mind. I want her to be here, where we can protect her.

[save_the_souls]

Ah...

[He rubs the back of his neck. It's not that he's against getting more crew.]

Why don't you try asking her first, hm? Women don't like it when you simply decide things for them.

[summerschild]

Oh. Of course.

[He turns a little red, imagining what his mother might say about the matter.]

I'll ask her. She's on the Huntress.

[save_the_souls]

[YEAH YEAH don't anger the womenfolk Bran they can make your life a living hell]

Tell me what she says, alright?

[summerschild]

I will.

[After they finish emotionally devastating each other with secrets from home,]