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Kyle: It's quite tricky. I think in the beginning the similarity just made Catelyn more upset, but later on it could give her some bitter comfort. And now when she looks at him, she sees Jon himself and not Ned in him.
Summer
"Something bothers you." It is a statement, not a question.
Bran cannot deny it.
"It's about him." He brushes his direwolf's head and the pup bites at his fingers playfully. "I cannot find the perfect name."
They are sitting on a bench under the wall, enjoying the warmth of the sun; it is a rare pleasure nowadays.
"Must it be perfect?" Catelyn asks.
"The others' names are," Bran says with honest convincement. "Arya just looked at Nymeria and knew that she is Nymeria. Sansa was the same with Lady. Robb and Jon as well."
Catelyn leans forward and reaches out to fondle the pup. "Don't you have any name on your mind when you look at your wolf?"
"There are a lot of names, but none of them feels good enough."
Suddenly, the pup turns from them with an enthusiastic bark. Clearly, he has found something more exciting.
Robb and Jon are in a hurry to Ser Rodrik. Grey Wind runs forward over and over again, then, returns to Robb. Ghost and Storm are frisking around Jon's feet. It is a miracle that he does not fall on his face because of them.
After his brothers leave, the dire wolf nuzzles Bran's legs again. When he looks up at them, his eyes are shining gold like the sun above the sky.
Bran is smiling with joy. Triumphantly.
"Winter is coming, right?"
"Winter is always coming. Only sometimes it's closer."
"And our words remind us of that."
Catelyn nods. "Yes, they do."
"He will be Summer then," Bran announces, "to remind me that every winter ends once."
