Roshambo / Tormund Giantsbane

12. Someone with a Brain

"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?" Salem 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.

"Umm, excuse me. I'm queen, I love you but I'm not giving it up." Salem corrected.

"I can never be the Lord of Winterfell anyways." Bran corrected.

"Great, wait why?" Salem questioned.

"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?" Salem 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 Salem, he sat between her legs as she ran a hand over his arms. Ramsay killed her, yeah... Salem knew she should feel bad but she didnt know osha so it was hard to feel bad for a person she didnt know it was like asking her to feel bad for every person that Ramsay hurt, that was a lot of people. She forgave Theon and gave him a place at winterfell, wasnt that enough? Seemed like more than enough really.

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

"It's difficult to explain." Bran agreed

"Try, please, for me." Sansa begged.

"Yeah, simplify it for us." Salem agreed. "Got a lot going on in my head right now."

"and your stomach." Rickon chuckled.

"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. Salem ran a hand through his hair.

"That sounds like a lot for anyone to handle," Salem offered. "A weight on your shoulders. Want to share some of that burden?"

"You have enough on your shoulders." Bran assured.

"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." Salem offered, Bran nodded slowly. "The student became the master."

"Bran --" Sansa whined desperately.

"I'm sorry what happened to you Salem... I'm sorry you had to kill him." Salem shrugged. "You have always been good at disassociating." Bran recalled.

"In our line of living and dying, yeah, its a good skill to have." Salem agreed. "I would be a fucking mess if I didnt."

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