As Ser Alysanne Hill—or rather, Alysanne Lannister of Tarth—leaves the main hall with Tyrion, Bran asks Arya to wheel him to the castle's small forest. It's no godswood—there are no weirwood trees—but being surrounded by nature helps him relax and think.

He's watched the time traveler closely since he found out about her arrival. He's seen all her conversations with Jaime Lannister—her father—and paid close attention to her stories—notably, the ones that feature Bran himself.

He feels the human side of him emerge as he reminisces his finding. His first instinct is to suppress it, but if Alysanne got things right, it's precisely this suppression of his human self that led him to make so many mistakes. It is not yet clear what his other self's mistakes had been, though he can guess. I can't work on guesses alone, he reminds himself. I must speak to her.

Arya has already left him—she already learned when she is not wanted—so he focuses on warging into the closest raven. As he enters the animal's mind, he directs it to find Alysanne.

She is near the entrance of the forest, walking with Tyrion Lannister. His human self, now a bit more at surface than usual, remembers the dwarf positively. "So", he begins, "as we've already established, you are my niece through Jaime." Alysanne nods. "Both of you refused to tell me your mother's identity, but my brother wasn't really subtle today."

"He told me being obvious was part of his plan", she states with a hint of amusement in her otherwise cold eyes.

Bran knows her wight-like eyes should have unsettled him, like they unsettled Jon and pretty much everyone else at first. However, his knowledge on the White Walkers, although recently revealed to be limited, is enough to tell him, from the start, that the woman is fully human, even if she suffered some changes in order to achieve her goal to go back in time.

Tyrion laughs. "Then I suppose I'm right in guessing your mother is Brienne of Tarth?"

She is proud when she tells him, "Yes. I'm the daughter of two of the finest knights of the realm."

"Knights? You mean to say Lady Brienne was knighted in your world?"

Her smile widens, and it is easy to forget her eyes when she smiles. "By my father, must I add. He knighted her before the battle against the Night King."

"I bet he is itching to do it sooner this time around", he replies, and both laugh. Then, as their laugh dies out, he asks, "And how was it, to be raised by two of the finest knights of the realm?"

Her smile falls. "Father died without even knowing Mother was pregnant." Tyrion gasps. "When your queen marched to King's Landing, he stayed behind in Winterfell with Mother. Everyone was sure he had cut all ties with Aunt Cersei—I think he believed that too, for a time. But then… some news arrived, news that… shook him off. We will never know what was going on in his mind, but…"

"He went back to Cersei", Tyrion finishes for her.

"Yes", she admits. "But that alone wasn't what killed him. In fact, it shouldn't have killed him at all." She then proceeds to explain how Daenerys turned mad, burned King's Landing (leading to the deaths of both Lannister twins, along with thousands of others) and came to die at the hands of Jon Snow, and how Bran ended up King of Westeros.

He decides it is time to draw her attention. His raven quorks at her direction and, when she looks up, flies back to him.

She shows up less than an hour later. "You called me", she says—it isn't a question.

He arches his eyebrows. "Most people would not realize that so fast."

She tilts her head. "Bran, I've known you for two decades. I'd argue I know you better than you know yourself right now. Of course I knew what that raven meant." She sits beside him on the ground. "What do you want to talk about? Have you watched me in King's Landing?"

Of course she knows he'd do that. It seems that she indeed knows him better than he knows himself. "I want to know what mistakes I made", he replies simply.

She shifts to take a better look at him. "I'm in no position to judge you", she begins, "any version of you. When I say you made mistakes, I'm quoting yourself. You came to regret many things as the years went by."

"Tell me about them."

She takes a deep breath. "You first regretted the way you said your goodbye to Meera. Do you remember?"

He does, obviously. His human self saddens at the reminder of the unfeeling way he parted ways with Meera. As the Raven, he thought it best to cut ties entirely; he could not see a life where she'd have a place in.

"Why did I regret it? Had I been able to have her by my side?"

She nods. "As your… human self came more and more to surface, you managed to make amends. She was married by then—she wedded a Blackmyre two years after your coronation—but you rekindled your friendship, and she stayed beside you when her husband died in the Third Long Night."

That's good, he supposes; better than he ever imagined for himself. He knew, deep down, that what he felt for Meera is love, but what does the Three-Eyed Raven have to offer the heir to House Reed?

Alysanne continues. "Most of your regrets were rooted in poor communication skills. You are terrible at expressing your thoughts and feelings, and even though you got better with time, you really stopped messing up when you learned to show your visions. That's how I learned most things I know about what happened in my timeline." She scratches her head. "You regretted the way you dealt with Jaime, my father."

He frowns. His human self is torn between anger and pity. "What did I do?"

"When he went to Winterfell to fight for the living, my mother vouched for him and saved him from execution. Later, he asked you why you didn't tell anyone he'd been the one to cripple you. You told him he was needed in battle, which is why you didn't do the one thing that could have easily sentenced him to death. He then asked you, 'And afterwards?', and you replied with another question: 'Who said there is an afterwards?'"

She sighs. "Years and years later, you told me you answered like that because you really didn't know what would happen after the battle. You had seen yourself with a crown, but even that was so vague you had no way of knowing it meant you'd become King of Westeros. However, the way you said it made Father think he wasn't meant to survive the war. When he emerged alive from the Long Night, he still assumed he wasn't fated to live long after that."

Bran looks at the hands in his lap. "So he rode to his death in King's Landing."

"It wasn't the only reason he did that", she concedes, "but it's safe to say it didn't help him see that staying was an option. When… when we realized he was supposed to have stayed alive to face the Night Queen, you felt extremely guilty." She crosses her legs. "You told me—Look, Father was wrong in pushing you out of the window. There is no questioning it. But… you truly believed it was a necessary evil, for both of you. You had to fall into a coma before your father could take you to King's Landing, and your fall led to a series of events that, ideally, would have made us win the Great War. Father's death was one of the many things that made you think you didn't live up to your potential as Three-Eyed Raven—that you should have done more with your powers."

He has no reply for that, not at this moment, so he asks, "What else have I done wrong?"

"You—you already know of Jon's parentage, right?" He nods. "You spent years thinking of how you could have told him that in less disastrous ways. You and Melisandre both believed his parentage meant he was the one destined to save us from the Night King, but in the end it was a pointless revelation that only contributed to drive Daenerys mad. You also regretted sending him to the far North, because it led to his premature death.

"As for Daenerys… you had seen King's Landing burning, but all you did was remind Tyrion of the wildfire under the city. It didn't occur to you that it could be dragonfire, so you didn't bother to check on the Dragon Queen's mental state. You also blamed yourself for not warning her of Euron Greyjoy's fleet, but… honestly, she should have known about it already.

"You blamed yourself for not doing more to prevent Arya's death in her impossible voyage across the Sunset Sea. For placing Theon in the Night King's path, all because he wanted to compensate for the harm he did to you years prior. You regretted letting Tyrion crown you, for you believed you'd have noticed the Night Queen's threat sooner if you had stayed in Winterfell."

He sighs when she finishes. "So many regrets", he comments. "I don't even know how to begin to prevent them."

She smiles. "Cersei is already dead, and Father already told Daenerys he will bend the knee to her if she proves not to be her father's daughter. Those two events already fix many things. The new plans against the Night King will likely spare Theon, and stopping Arya from exploring the Sunset Sea will be easy, I think. Euron Greyjoy is also already gone, so no worries about him slaying a dragon." She stands up. "Let your human self come to surface, Bran. You two can help each other out. Come to me if you ever need extra help. You are still important for this war, and you matter to your family as a whole. Don't forget that."

With that, she leaves Bran to his thoughts. He has a lot to make up for, and a lot to prevent, but Alysanne is right. No human being should be ruled by logic alone; emotions exist for a reason, and it's about time he relearns to use them.

(Who knows, it might not be too late for him and Meera this time.)