Jon

Being with his siblings made him feel so much better. Sparring with Robb, laughing with Arya, watching Bran explore Winterfell and Rickon's innocent eyes whenever he wanted a sweet, and even Sansa's ever polite and refined face. It made him feel alive after feeling half dead since he learnt the truth. But still, every time he looked at them he felt a voice in the back of his head.

You're not their brother.

It stayed with him, that knowledge. He always felt he wasn't fully one of them, somehow a part of the family and sometimes separate. But now he doesn't know how to feel. He loved them all, truly, but was he ever at least partly one of them? They were Starks, up until now he felt he was a Stark in all but name, but he wasn't. The word screamed in his mind. Targaryen. Targaryen. Targaryen. The fear of what they would think, grow they would see him, it was overwhelming. He had promised to tell Robb the truth, both to Robb and to himself. The others were too young, he and his uncle agreed, they would have to be kept in the dark as much as it would hurt Jon. Could he do it, could he look Robb in the eye and say that?

And another person was on his mind, one who worried him just as much as Robb. Joanna. The girl who had been his friend for so long. The girl who trusted him, and only him with her greatest secret. The daughter of the man who killed Jon's... who killed Rhaegar. Niece of the man who killed his... who killed King Aerys. Granddaughter of the man who ordered the deaths of Elia Martell and her children. Who had sworn she would always be there for him. He had sworn the same, and he made her the same promise as he did to Robb. She would keep his secret wouldn't she? She was Robert's daughter, but she was his friend. She trusted him, he could trust her couldn't he? The thought of losing her felt as painful as the thought of losing Robb, Sansa, Arya, Bran and Rickon.

The throne room was cold and the floor felt like ice. Cold and ice had never bothered Jon before but now he was shaking, but he suspected that was from his fear.

The King stood before, eyes black with his fury and hatred, clad in yellow and black armour.

"You are a dragon's bastard, born out of the madness of Rhaegar and your treacherous mother. Dragonspawn."

"Please" Jon croaked. He looked beggingly at Lord Stark, who shook his head sadly.

"I'm sorry, nephew, there is nothing I can do for you."

He looked to his siblings, who stood lined up by the wall of the throne room, no pity in their eyes

"Please, help me".

"Dragonspawn," said Robb.

"Please..."

"Dragonspawn," said Arya.

"No!"

"Dragonspawn" said Sansa.

"Gods, no"

"Dragonspawn," said Bran.

"Make it stop..."

"Dragonspawn," said Rickon.

"Gods, end it, please, just end it"

"I will, dragon" said the King, coming towards him and Jon could see the figure behind him, standing by a smirking queen and the laughing prince.

"Dragonspawn" said Joanna as the king raised his sword.

Jon woke with a start, sweating, and Ghost immediately jolted upwards to his side, his red eyes so knowing. Jon put his head on the wolf's white pelt. The wolf slowly licked the tears of his cheeks.

The next morning broke and Jon was surprised when Lord Stark and uncle visited him together. He thought the recent events were bad on Lord Stark, but today he looked like a decade older than Jon remembered and his eyes were dry and heavy.

"My lord?" Jon asked and Lord Stark grimaced.

"Dammit, just call me Ned or uncle if not father, boy" he snapped and then signed heavily. "I'm sorry, Jon."

"Catelyn knows, he told her" Uncle Benjen said.

"Oh" said Jon. "And... dud she..."

Lord Stark didn't say anything, it was Uncke Benjen who answered.

"She hasn't spoken to anyone since then. She needs time, Jon."

Jon nodded.

"I'm sorry if I've caused any..."

"Jon, none of this is your fault" Lord Stark said. "It's mine. I lied and now we're all suffering because of it." He shook his head. "I should have stopped long ago. Now I fear it can't be fixed."

"Lady Catelyn loves you," Jon said firmly. "It may take her time, but she will understand."

Lord Stark didn't look convinced but Benjen was speaking again.

"Jon there is something we want to talk about. We know how confusing it must be, you went from bastardy to finding out you come from a line of kings. I can only imagine how you are feeling. I thought perhaps, it may help you if you had the chance to learn more about your family. Your... father's side" he said, both of them seeing Ned Stark grimace at Benjen addressing Rhaegar that way.

Jon looked at them both in surprise. It was difficult to think of 5he dragons to Jon, but now that his shock was fading there was an odd sense of curiosity, he felt like Benjen was right, that understanding the Targaryens would help Jon understand himself. The only thing that was holding him back was the look of reluctance in Ned Stark's eyes.

"Jon, there is a man at the Wall, a maester. His name is Aemon. I've known him since I arrived at the Wall, he is very old and blind. We became friends over the years. One night, I was on the Wall and found him there by himself. He told me he was thinking of his life before he came to the Wall. We talked...

Castle Black

Benjen

When Benjen Stark came to the Wall, he had to admit he had been afraid. Afraid of the training he would face, afraid of the vows he would take, and afraid of the life he would live. Seeing the Wall appear in front of him in the distance made him realize just as real it was.

Saying goodbye to Ned had been hard, as it was to say goodbye to Robb and Jon, who just started walking and talking. His nephew's would grow into fine men and it saddened Benjen that he would not see it.

When he got to the Wall, he felt something other than sadness. He felt anger. The tales he had heard spoke of a brotherhood, a shield against the darkness of the far North, sacrificing their lives so that the people of the Seven Kingdoms could live in peace. But all he saw was a penal colony, criminals and brutes without a scrap of honor whom were too scared of death and chose to renounce their rights to save their skins. He looked at them with disdain, he saw them sneaking off to Mole's Town to for buried treasure as they called it, and those at the high table did nothing to punish them. Training before had been hard, Ned and Brandon always bested him in the yard, and Lya always bested him in the forest where they would train away from their father's eyes. But now he was constantly winning, the recruits fought like drunk dancers, but it gave Benjen no pleasure in sending them to the ground. It would have felt better if he had won against someone more skilled than him, most of them were bigger but skilled, no.

He felt angry, angry at the world and angry at the people who have done nothing to warn him of this, that he was condemning himself to live among criminals wasting his life and let him think he was winning himself glory a third born son could never dream of. He felt angry at Ned for letting it happen, for his father and Brandon for not doing anything about it when they were still there. And he felt angry at Lyanna. She died and left him alone to face all this. If she was there, he would never have gone off to the Watch. He shook angrily in his bed and then horror swept through. How could he have thought that about Lya, his beloved sister? It made him sick with himself. He shook angrily. It was this place. It was draining the life out of him and making him take it out on his poor sister. He rose from his bed. His cell was small and cold and grim. He needed to get out.

Benjen walked the dark halls silently thinking again and again how he had been deceived. It wasn't much better outside. The snowfall was heavy and for the first time ever it bothered him. He scoffed at how the Watch was ruining him as he slowly climbed up the wooden steps, up and up until he reached the top of the soon he was staring at the vast white before him. Before it had either perplexed, awed, or interested him to look but now he felt nothing.

Maybe I should go home, he thought. I swore no vows, Ned would welcome me. This place will never be home.

He suddenly heard a small noise and almost jumped in its direction. He looked carefully into the darkness and saw a man walk out of it, clad in black. His face was very wrinkly and Benjen realised the man was very old, and his eyes were white. The man was holding the stone of the wall for support. He was blind.

Benjen knew him. This was the old maester. All the recruits were scared of him. The old blind man whom stalked the halls of Castle Black. He was walking slowly along the Wall and Benjen wasn't sure what to do.

"Hello?" he said, feeling timid as the man's white eyes turned briefly towards him, but no surprise appeared on the man's face. He couldn't have known he was there all along could he? "Do you require any help?"

"I'm fine, boy. My attendant is waiting by the stairs. He's grumpy that I keep him out of bed. But I can't blame him."

The man ran his fingers across the stone.

"You should not be out here alone, Maester" Benjen said and the Maester gave a dry laugh.

"I'm old and blind, boy, but I've walked this path too often to fall even now."

"Why are you here at this time, Maester?" Benjen asked curiously.

"I might ask you the same thing, young Stark".

"You know who I am?" said Benjen in surprise.

"As I've said, I'm far too old. I know a wolf when one's next to me, no matter how hard it tries to sneak past."

"I wasn't sneaking," Benjen protested.

"Then what are you doing?"

"I was just... thinking."

The Maester nodded almost like he'd already known the answer.

"The greatest creation in the history of man does help stir the mind doesn't it. I came here often too, when I first took the black. Whenever I felt scared, or angry or both. Which are you, Benjen Stark."

Benjen didn't answer, avoiding the man's unseeing eyes that nevertheless seemed to see everything.

"There's nothing wrong with fear, unless you let it consume you. Bravery is when you don't."

The words brought Benjen back to the Godswood of Winterfell where his father was about to execute a man, this was the first time Benjen was to witness it. As they walked towards the spot, Rickard saw his son's eyes.

"A man can only be brave when he is afraid, Benjen".

Suddenly there were tears in Benjen's eyes.

"I'm not scared" he said half-heartedly. The man smiled.

"But you are angry. I've been told. You walk around the castle in your dark daze, staring down anyone who gets too close. The others aren't fond of you."

"Because I'm better than them," said Benjen angrily.

"No, because you act like you are better than them."

"They're a bunch of bullies and brutes and thieves. They can't even raise a sword" Benjen said, feeling angry at the man.

"It doesn't matter who they were before they came to the Wall. Nor who you were. I hear of you, walking around like a lord. You are no lord, you will be a man of the Night's Watch, no better or no worse than any of these other men. And they can't raise a sword because unlike you and I, no one taught them to raise it. The best their fathers could do is give them a stick and tell them to practice. You had a master at arms and more, boy."

"Don't call me a boy" Benjen said aggressively. But there was something in the man's words that shook him. He could see them again, clumsily swatting each other as he stood over them, leaning lazily on his sword, and guilt was suddenly eating him up.

"A boy you are, until you choose to be a man".

"No one told me what this place would be," said Benjen, giving up.

"No boy, they did not, '' said the Maester. "But you make do with what you have, for the world is rarely a kind place, believe me" he finished with a note of sadness and was gone leaving Benjen standing at the Wall as shame slowly built up in him.

The next morning he had been called with the others for training. He felt the dark looks of fear and contempt the recruits were giving him, yet the only person he now felt angry at was himself. Their master at arms was Ser Alliser Thorne. The man fought fir the Targaryens during the Rebellion and preferred the black over death. The man's skill allowed him to rise quickly in the ranks and now he was training the new recruits, but he seemed to have no interest in having them get better. He let them fall and hurt themselves while their opponents did nothing. But today Benjen did something different. When his opponent, a small, gangly boy, dropped to his knees, instead of looking over him like he did before, Benjen stuck out his hand to help him. The boy looked at him in surprise but accepted it quietly.

"You shouldn't move about that much, you ought to have a firmer stance" Benjen said with a smile, ignoring Thorne's sneer.

He showed the boy some moves and one by one the other boys came forward and soon it finally felt like a proper training, they stayed long after Alliser Thorne had stormed off ranting. They did it again the next day and the day after that, and on the fourth day Benjen saw the Maester pass by, and could have sworn he saw him nod approvingly with a smile.

Months later

He was nervous, they had called him out of training with most of the others and he was dying to take his vows the next day. He could sleep in his cell so he went to the Wall again. This time he stared in the opposite direction. Towards home. Towards Ned, towards a lifetime of memories and the bones of his father, mother, brother and sister.

"Well, this is a surprise" a voice said and Benjen turned to see Maester Aemon step out of the shadows. "A pleasant one. Coming here was getting lonely, my attendants are getting irritated at their lack of sleep. Apparently I have a habit of choosing nights when they need to sleep more than usual. What brings you out here, young Stark?"

"I'm due to say my vows tomorrow," he said.

"Yes, they tend to have the most doubts on the last night. Are you thinking of your family, young Stark?"

"Aye" Ben admitted and Aemon sighed.

"I know how hard it is, boy, you leave much behind, people and memories, whose memories are they?"

"My father, my mother, my brother and sister. They're still there, in the crypts of Winterfell waiting. I'll never join them if I take my vows, I'll be burned as a man of the Watch" he looked into the distance. "I wish I could go there tonight. Be with them before I say the words. Be with my brother Eddard so he can tell me to be brave. "

Aemon's eyes were heavy.

"I left loved ones behind too, Stark, I left my brother, my sisters, my mother and father's memories and those of the brothers I lost before the Wall and the life I had known. And they are all gone now, boy, them and their children and grandchildren. An entire house destroyed, though not without its own part in it, I must admit, while I remained powerless here. Now I am alone, boy, I know that burden. "

There was something in the man's words that peaked Benjen's senses and he stared at him hard.

"Who are you, Maester Aemon? Who were you?"

"Who am I? A Maester of the Night's Watch. Who was I? Brother to Daeron, Aerion, Aegon, Daella and Rhae, son to Maekar and Dyanna."

"You can't be" said Benjen breathless.

"I was, boy, I was..."

"You are... Aemon Targaryen?"

"Once."

It stayed with him for a long time after that, when dawn broke the next morrow and when the others ushered him beside them as the Lord Commander addressed them. As he spoke up as a follower of the Old Gods and was led half a league into the haunted forest. As he knelt down though, it suddenly faded and all that remained was the words.

Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.

Jon looked heavily at his uncle.

"There's still a Targaryen in Westeros?"

"Aye, he has nothing to fear, he was no threat to Robert. Jon, if anyone can tell you all you could ever know about your family, it's him. I think he can help you like he helped me"

"So you want me to go to the Wall with you to speak to him?" Jon said uncertain.

"It's your choice, lad" his uncle said.

"I... need to think about it" Jon said after a moment.

"I'll be leaving the same day as Ned and the King. You've got till then."

Benjen put his hand on Jon's shoulder.

"It's up to you".

Jon looked to Lord Stark, whose eyes were on the ground.

"And you? " he said, unsure how to address him.

Ned Stark looked at him with dull grey eyes.

"It's your choice, not mine."

Jon nodded, keeping his eyes down.

The three made their way to break their fast in silence. Jon's siblings were clearly noticing what was happening from the look on their father's face and their surprise when the servant came over to the high table to inform them that the Lady of Winterfell would not be joining them for the meal. Jon himself didn't eat much and dismissed himself as soon as he could. He was free to do as he wished, his siblings were spending the day with the royal children.

Jon sat in his 4oom for a time thinking. His uncle had offered him to speak to one of his last remaining relatives, a Targaryen on the Wall. He felt afraid, telling himself all he ever needed was right here, and yet his heart called out to go, to learn to hope to fill this hole that had been building up inside him.

Aemon could tell him about Rhaegar's family, tell him about who he was and allow him to understand who he was and where he came from. But Lord Stark's eyes haunted him. That look when Benjen called Rhaegar Targaryen his father. Going to the Wa, agreeing to meet with Aemon, what if Lord Stark saw it as a rejection, thought he no longer considered him his father. But it was Ned Stark whom raised him, Ned Stark whom clothed him, Ned Stark whom taught him, Ned Stark whom loved him. Ned Stark called him hks son, called him a bastard yet gave him a life no other bastard could have. Not Rhaegar Targaryen. Rhaegar Targaryen, whom cast aside his wife and married for a love that ignited a fire that consumed thousands and left two of his children dead and the last orphaned.

But the questions in Jon's head refused to go away and he thought hard on it. Surely, Lord Stark understood going to the Wall to speak to Aemon would in no way betray all those years at Winterfell? Jon still dekt anger at him, but he didn't want to keep it. He wanted to learn to forgive him, perhaps he could if he learned more about who he was? Perhaps finding a way to accept the fire in his winter blood, as impossible as it had seemed, would loosen the pain of the lie and make way for acceptance. Perhaps...

So Jon rose and left his room to Maester Luwin, whom he asked if he had any books on the royalty of the Seven Kingdoms, trying to make his interest in the Targaryens not too visible. The Maester was one of the few people he knew he could trust with the secret if it ever came to it, the man was a trusted servant of the Starks. Though surprised, the Maester gave him a small book on the Targaryen lineage and Jon went quietly to the library to read what he now knew, however difficult it was to think of it, was his family.

Joanna

Lady Catelyn knew the truth now, Joanna had guessed. Lord Stark's sleepless eyes and ragged hair and how he barely moved and seemed to be lost in his thoughts along with the Lady excusing herself at breakfast was proof enough but what happened afterwards was only reaffirming her belief.

Lady Catelyn has locked herself in her personal chambers that she apparently had not even visited for many years, refusing anyone but the servants that brought her food and brief visits from her children. Even Septa Mordane had not seen the lady and it seemed to frustrate the woman.

"She just lies in her bed and keeps saying she'll be out soon, it's like Jon all over again" said Arya shaking her head as they were in the middle of a sewing lesson. Septa Mordane did not scold her for talking, in fact, even her heart seemed not to be in it this time. Sansa and her friends Jeyne and Beth Cassel were silent, a dark cloud was hovering over them. Poor Myrcella was saddened by the atmosphere but Joanna could do little to cheer her up.

She herself was worried. If the Lady knew who Jon's mother was, then it made her all the more desperate to find the truth of it. Like she had thought, there was another end to this story, Lady Stark had the right to the time to adjust to the knowledge, but to see her react like that, for such a courteous woman whom even her beloved Septa could not console now, only showed that the truth was more than it seemed and whoever Jon's mother was she was no ordinary woman. Sge suddenly remembered whispers she had heard before she arrived at Winterfell from the mouth of Helga during a cold Northern night before a fire.

"There is a bastard at Winterfell. Stark brought him home after the war." She grinned. "My brother once said that he once drunk with Stark men at an inn after the Rebellion and one said the mother was Ashara Dayne."

Could that be true? Ashara Dayne? She heard the story of the tragic women whom leaped to her death? They say her heart could not bear her brother's death at the Tower of Joy. She was very beautiful, they said. And Lord Stark visited Starfall once to return Arthur's sword on his way back to Winterfell, where he already had Jon with him when he arrived. That made sense. Lady Catelyn, surely it would be a shock. Perhaps that was it.

Whatever it was, it had upset the lady. It had upset all of them and if this continued Winterfell would become the cold place everyone feared it would be.

Her father and Lord Stark announced Lord Stark's ascension to Hand of the King that day, along with Sansa's betrothal to Joffrey. She knew Lord Stark would be an excellent Hand, but she could tell it would be difficult for Lord Stark to leave the North, despite Robb being more than capable of running the castle on his own. Though today Robb was slightly agitated, first Jon and now his mother were going through turmoil and he had no idea how to stop it, he didn't even know what the problem was and like Joanna it made him all the more curious who Jon's mother had been.

"I don't understand what's going on Anna. I don't want to press Jon but I'm starting to fear his birth was part of something terrible."

On top of that, she could see Robb was getting nervous at the thought of being acting Lord of Winterfell. She assured him he would do well, he was his father's son, but with his mother's withdrawal affecting him it did little to help.

Sansa showed some excitement at the news, she chatted happily with her friends later that day but came back with a sour face after the visit to her mother to share the news.

Arya didn't want to leave Winterfell, sge dreaded being in the company of boring girls in the Capital, while Rickon was saddened to learn most of his siblings were leaving him.

Joanna herself was afraid as well. She liked the idea of being with her brother and sister in King's Landing, but she no longer knew whether she belonged there. She wasn't the girl she had been when she left, and she doubted she was a true Southerner anymore. She even seized praying to their gods long ago. But she was no Northerner, so who was she?

"Don't forget who you are my dear, or where you come from."

Her mother had told her, but she had forgotten, and for the first time in her life she regretted not listening to her mother. Perhaps she got too comfortable here, she knew it wasn't permanent. But the Starks had always made her a part of things in ways her parents never did and that caused her attachment and it was so hard to let go.

She thought of what her life would look like now, she was to marry Willas Tyrell, heir to Highgarden. Her father didn't like the Tyrells, they were Targaryen supporters, and yet he was sending her to live as one of them. Why? To be his spy, perhaps. To keep them under control. A surge of anger filled her. She was a pawn to him, he had only just got her back and he was already selling her off for his own ends. And her mother did nothing about it. She never did anything about it. Not when Joffrey pushed her, not when he yelled at her, not when he maimed her. Now she was so nice to her because she wanted to know if the Starks were somehow plotting against her. Even if I knew something, I wouldn't tell her, Joanna thought bitterly.

She had been sitting alone in her room up until this point but now she needed to get out. So she moved to the corridor and headed fir the library hoping a book could her mind of things, and she saw Jon sitting over at a bench, eyes stuck to a tome.

"Jon?" she asked moving towards him.

His eyes blinked upwards and he gasped slightly.

"Jo, I was just..."

"What are you reading?" she asked curiously and slid down next to him to read the page.

Aegon V was known as Aegon the Unlikely, as he was a fourth son whom rose to become a king after the deaths of his elder brothers Daeron and Aerion died while his elder brother Maester Aemon refused the throne. He was known for his good heart and just laws.

"Why are you reading about Aegon the Unlikely?" she asked.

He looked at her then shrugged his shoulders.

"I just wanted to get my mind off things," he said quietly.

"Me too," she said with a small smile. "I've read that before, I can name all the kings in order."

He gave her a grin.

"Prove it".

"Aegon..."

"Alright, I believe you" said Jon with a small laugh and it warmed her heart to see his face lightened up, having recently been colder and more grim than ever. Then it was gone, abd he sighed sadly.

"Jon, does Lady Catelyn..."

"Lord Stark told her last night".

"Why don't you call him father, Jon? What happened between you? What is it that's so terrible about who your mother was?" Shecwas getting frustrated and she felt guilty at the look on Jon's face. "Jon, I'm.."

"My mother is dead, Jo, she died when she had me" he said silently.

"Oh, Jon, I'm sorry" said Joanna in a whisper, taking his hand soothingly as his eyes became heavy.

"All my life, I've wanted to know her, Jo, but i'll never know her or my..." he broke off suddenly.

"Or your what?" Joanna said, looking him in the eye as he gripped her hand firmly.

"Jo, its so difficult. My uncle, wants to go to the Wall with him, for a whole, to meet a black brother thee whose... a relative of mine. I don't know what to do, Jo. I'm learning things about myself and I don't even understand most of it. I don't know who I am anymore, I at least had that before" he looked to the ground.

"Jon..." she said, putting her free hand on his cheek as she guided his eyes to her. "I know who you are. You are the same boy you were before, who stood before a direwolf. The same boy whom stood by his little sister's bedside all night when she had a cold. Who went out to find me after I've got lost in the castle at night during a storm after a nightmare woke me up. The boy whom I could trust with anything, who always had time for me and his siblings. It doesn't matter where you come from or who your mother was Jon..."

She looked him in the eyes, grey to green.

"Jo..." he said, squeezing her hand tightly.

His eyes went down after a moment and then looked at her desperately.

"Jo... you trusted me once. Can I trust you now?"

"Always" she said with hesitation.

"Then... come to the Godswood tomorrow morning, before anyone else is awake. I'll tell you everything if you swear you'll keep it a secret."

She looked at him, questions building up in her kind, but they didn't matter, all that matters is that she lived up to her promise and was there for him as always. So she nodded. He looked nervous but something in his eyes seemed to clear with relief.

She reluctantly let go of his hand and he slid away from her.

The morning broke and she did as she was bid, she slipped into her cloak and went out quietly, avoiding the guards and sticking to the shadows. None of them kicked her but someone else had.

"Anna?" said a small voice and she nearly jumped. She turned her eyes to see Bran kneeling beside a column, Summer by his side.

"Where are you going?" he asked curiously.

"I'm just going for a walk, Bran and don't say I shouldn't be on my own, too many people are saying that" she told him with a smile. "What are you doing up?"

"I can't sleep, I keep thinking how I'll be going soon." He looked at her. "Is it nice in the capital?"

"It was nice enough when I left".

"Are there any towers to climb?" he asked, a twinkle in his eyes.

"You shouldn't climb, Bran" she told him and he frowned.

"I'm not a baby."

"No, you are not. You'll like the South though, I'm sure. There are lots of exciting things to do there, my father told me you might even be a knight."

Bran smiled, then it faltered slightly.

"Joanna" he asked.

"Brandon" she asked far too seriously which made them both giggle.

"Why is my mother like this? Why are they all like this, is this about Jon and his mother?"

"I think so. But it's not Jon's fault".

"I know it's not, '' Bran insisted. "But he's hurting and Father is hurting and Mother is hurting and they're all hurting and there's nothing I can do.

She sighed sadly at him.

"Sometimes you just have to wait for things to get better, Bran, but they always will, I promise, no matter how bad they might get."

She smiled at him.

"Let's get you back to your room, before you are missed".

He narrowed his eyes.

"And you?"

"I got somewhere to be" she said heavily, thinking of Jon and what she expected would be a difficult conversation.

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