He is Theon and not Reek when he is given the knife
He is Theon and not Reek when the hilt is buried in the bastard's heart
He is not a traitor or turn-cloak when the blood spills over the weirwood tree
He is a priest when the gods whisper their praise and he smiles a crooked grin
It is known the gods have a priest south of the wall, the only kneeler they have ever blessed
It is known the gods healed him when hope was lost
The north is savage, the Starks are ruthless, and the men are cruel
But the priest is kind
He helps those who are betrayed, helps those that seek the gift of death
And when cruel men, harsh men, are sentenced to die
He takes them to the weirwood grove
And listens to the gods
