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The North protects itself :
He was running as fast as he could.
He was running but he could not escape them.
They were surrounding him.
He could already see the cliff.
It was the end.
He wanted to yell. He wanted to tell the world how unfair it all was, what a great king he could have been. But they were here, now.
Winterfell's greatest army.
Winterfell's avenging men.
For a moment, he thought he could turn around and fight and survive.
But who was he kidding ?
Then, he fell, from the top of the cliff, all the way down.
But who was he kidding ?
.
Jon took the hand of Arya's daughter in his own and kneeled next to her.
"Did it really happen this way, Uncle Jon ?"
"It did, my dear. They say the Wall protects itself. Well … The North does too."
And indeed it had protected itself, for on the stone that laid right before their eyes, at the top of that same cliff he had just talked about, were written the words that proved it :
There (at least at the bottom of there) lies Theon Greyjoy,
forced to jump off of the cliff by the sheep born and raised in a farm of Winterfell .
He never stood a chance.
A few words had been added after these at the request of Theon's sister, to show how much she loved and respected this brother she would never see again :
But seriously, who was he kidding ?