I'm sorry for not updating properly but I'm trying to write the next chapter. Here's a little thought from the Morrigan's daughter.
The thing that really annoys me about Bran sometimes is that he won't bloody talk if he's depressed. I mean, he wants to tell everything he's feeling, but he won't answer me, he won't look at me. It's not my fault if he won't talk! I know it must be hard to be basically dead, but we're both ghosts now. And if he can't bring himself to talk to someone who helped with his death, tough luck.
But…I can't help blaming myself. Grim was the reason I did it, but…I can't do this for him anymore. I do it for the new person, for Bran.
I can never tell him that.
