A/N: Because it really was too depressing to leave as it was and the weeks between the episodes are just too long.
Jon
Bran had an expression on his face which was new. In the time they'd traveled, first to Castle Black and then beyond the wall, Jon had realized more and more that Bran was not Bran anymore. He was the Three Eyed Raven. Something else. Something more, but also something less. Less human. At first he hoped Bran would come back but after all this time of the Three Eyed Raven Jon simply accepted that his brother had mostly gone. This expression gave him hope it might not be so.
"What is it Bran?" he asked. He knew it must be either very good or terrible to make the Three Eyed Raven shed his calm mask and let a little Bran through.
"There will once more be a dragon on the throne," Bran said, staring off into something beyond Jon couldn't see. "But no Stark in Winterfell."
"Sansa?" Jon asked, suddenly fearful as he glanced south. "Is our sister alright?"
"Your sister is dead," Bran said, finally turning his odd eyes to Jon. A wave of dizziness came over him. No. How could she be dead. He'd left only when he knew she was safe. Safe from everything, including him. But what if he'd been wrong. What if he'd left and she'd died. It would be one more loss and this one would simply be one to many. "Long ago."
Jon frowned and wondered if Bran spoke of Arya. She'd been the sister Jon had loved. Sansa had been something else, never even as a child had she truly been his sister. She'd been a Lady beyond his reach. But hadn't Sansa been Bran's sister. Jon was confused to just what Bra - what the Three Eyed Raven - was trying to say.
"Is Sansa alright?" he asked, needing a straight answer and easy answer.
"Yes."
As long as that was true, Jon didn't care about whatever it was Bran was about. It didn't matter. He'd gone with his brother beyond the wall to escape all of it. Escape the pain, the loss and all the things he'd lost. It wasn't very successful so far but one day he hoped the distance would.
"It is odd how the world works Jon Snow," Bran said even though Jon wasn't fully listening lost in thought of the wars, of mistakes both new and old. "A war turns a prince into a bastard and another war the bastard into a king. And his son would take the throne with no blood split but his mother's but none would know of the dragon."
"Bran," Jon muttered. "I am too tired for this. All the dragons are dead."
"It is no riddle Jon Snow, it is the truth and you need to find it for yourself." He nodded south. "Return home, visit the crypt and find the truth in the dark."
"I can't. I can't go back there." He couldn't go back to her.
As if Bran somehow knew his thought, maybe he did, he said, "She was never your sister."
Jon looked at Bran for the longest time. He knew in that moment Bran had seen him with Sansa that one night he lost his mind and gave in to what he'd sworn never to do once he'd realized he wanted. He also knew Bran knew something else.
She was never your sister…
"Tell me!" When the boy said nothing Jon wanted to shake him but knew that would change nothing. He would know what the Three Eyed Raven wanted him to know and nothing else.
"I have seen them all die," Bran said. "I've seen many ways they die, all of them. Go, find the truth and maybe she will live and the dragons will know of their fire."
Short I know but there'll be more soon!