29. Someone With A Brain

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"I can't believe it, did you do the thing? Are you the... whatever you were trying to find?" Rickon questioned snow flakes falling on his eyelashes.

"I am." Bran agreed.

"You are what?" Rieka countered leaning into Bran.

"It's complicated." Bran offered as she kissed him temple.

"I wish Jon was here." Sansa remarked as they sat at the weirwood tree

" Yes. I need to speak to him." Bran agreed.

" Your father's last living true born son. You're Lord of Winterfell." Sansa reminded him.

"I can never be the Lord of Winterfell. I can never be lord of anything. I'm the three-eyed raven." Bran corrected calmly and Sansa blinked back at him.

"You have a third eye?" RIeka countered she ran her thumb over his forehead. "Where it is hiding?" She mused. 

"Where is Hodor, Summer... Jojen and Meera?" RIckon questioned. But he knew as he looked into Bran's eyes. "Osha was killed too." He whispered moving closer to Rieka, he sat between her legs as she ran a hand over his arms.

"I don't know what that means." Sansa countered. "Three eyed..."

"It's difficult to explain." Bran agreed

"Try, please, for me." Sansa begged. Rieka nodded in agreement.

"It means I can see everything. Everything that's ever happened to everyone. Everything that's happening right now. It's all pieces, fragments. I need to learn to see better. When the long night comes again I need to be ready." Bran remarked and Sansa was still very confused. Rieka ran a hand through his hair. She had very quickly become lady of winterfell and mother not just big sister but like a mother to Rickon and now Bran although she was sure Bran was more responsible than herself after the hells he went through. 

"That sounds like a lot for anyone to handle," Rieka offered. "A weight on your shoulders."

"How do you know all of this?" Sansa countered.

"The three-eyed raven taught me." Bran offered

"I thought you were the three-eyed raven." Sansa began and she was growing more and more confused.

"I told you it's difficult to explain." Bran reminded her.

"You had a teacher and once his time came you became him." Rieka offered, Bran nodded slowly. "The student became the master."

"Bran --" Sansa whined desperately.

"I'm sorry for all that's happened to you. I'm sorry it had to happen here at our home." Bran offered looking at her. "It was so beautiful that night. Snow falling just like now. And you were so beautiful in your white wedding dress." Bran remarked and Sansa sucked in a tight breath, shaken as she stood up nervously. She didn't tell a soul what Ramsay did to her. 

" I have to go back inside, Bran." Sansa remarked nervously.

"I'll stay a bit longer." Bran remarked his gaze drifting off.

"You saw-" Rieka began.

"I see everything." Bran reminded her.

"And let me guess, Rieka is a massive fuck up." RIeka pondered.

"You lost your baby." Bran reached out touching her hand. 

"Yeah." Rieka agreed. 

"Rieka you are still the strongest person I know. You see the world as it is." Bran offered. 

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