is your heart a sponge or a fist?

     Somehow he was back at Winterfell again, in the godswood looking down upon his father. Lord Eddard seemed much younger this time. His hair was brown, with no gray in it, his head bowed. "Let them grow up close as brothers, with only love between them," he prayed, "and let my lady wife find it in her heart to forgive..."
     "Father." Bran's voice was a whisper in the wind, a rustle in the leaves. "Father, it's me. Bran. Brandon."
     Eddard Stark lifted his head and looked long at the weirwood, frowning, but he did not speak.

     With their black hoods and their thick black cowls, the six might have been carved from shadow. Their voices rose together, small against the vastness of the night. "Night gathers, and now my watch begins," they said, as thousands had said before them. Satin's voice was sweet as song, Horse's hoarse and halting, Arron's a nervous squeak. "It shall not end until my death." May those deaths be long in coming. Jon sank to one knee in the snow. 

     "I am not blind, nor deaf. I know that you all believe me weak, frightened, feeble. Your father knew me better. Oberyn was ever the viper. Deadly, dangerous, unpredictable. No man dared tread on him. I was the grass. Pleasant, complaisant, sweet-smelling, swaying with every breeze. Who fears to walk upon the grass? But it is the grass that hides the vipers from his enemies and shelters him until he strikes. You father and I worked more closely than you know."

     "Tell Tormund what I've said."
     "He may not heed your words, but he will hear them." Val kissed him lightly on the cheek. "You have my thanks, Lord Snow. For the half-blind horse, the salt cod, the free air. For hope."
     Their breath mingled, a white mist in the air. Jon snow drew back and said, "The only thanks I want is–"
     "–Tormund Giantsbane. Aye." Val pulled up the hood of her bearskin.

     Theon heard himself say, "My lady, why do you hate the Starks?"
     She studied him. "For the same reason you love them."
     Theon stumbled. "Love them? I never...I took this castle from them, my lady. I had...I had Bran and Rickon put to death, mounted heir heads on spikes. I..."
     "...rode south with Robb Stark, fought beside him in the Whispering Wood and Riverrun, returned to the Iron Islands as his envoy to treat with you own father. I had my eyes and ears in that host. I know who you are. I know what you are. Now answer my question. Why do you love the Starks?"
     "I..." Theon put a gloved hand against a pillar. "I wanted to be one of them..."
     "And never could."

     "This march was madness. More dying every day, and for what? Some girl?"
     "Ned's girl," said Morgan Liddle. 

     "It is not pretty."
     "Good." She had never cared if she was pretty, not even when she was Arya Stark. Only her father had ever called her that. Him, and Jon Snow.     Jon was staring. I know this girl. There was something about her eyes, the way she held herself, the way she talked. For a moment the memory eluded him. Then it came. "Alys Karstark."
     That brought the ghost of a smile to her lips. "I was not sure you would remember."
     "You came to Winterfell with your father." The father Robb beheaded. "I don't recall what for."
     She blushed. "So I could meet your brother. Oh, there was some other pretext, but that was the real reason. I was almost of an age with Robb, and my father thought we might make a match. There was a feast. I danced with you and your bother both. He was very courteous and said that I danced beautifully. You were sullen. My father said that was to be expected of a bastard."
     "I remember." It was only half a lie.
     "You're still a little sullen," the girl said. "But I will forgive you if you will save me from my uncle."

     Jon turned to Alys Karstark. "My lady. Are you ready?"
     "Yes. Oh yes."
     "You're not scared?"
     The girl smiled in a way that reminded Jon so much of his little sister that it almost broke his heart. "Let him be scared of me." The snowflakes were melting on her cheeks, but her hair was wrapped in a swirl of lace that Satin had found somewhere, and the snow had begun to collect there, giving her a frosty crown. She was flushed and red, and her eyes sparkled.
     "Winter's lady." Jon squeezed her hand.     "Do you dance often at Castle Black?"
     "Every time we have a wedding, my lady."
     "You could dance with me, you know. It would be only courteous. You danced with me anon."
     "Anon?" teased Jon. 
     "When we were children." She tore off a bit of bread and threw it at him. "As you know well."
     "My lady should dance with her husband."
     "My Magnar is not one for dancing, I fear."

     Tormund's grip was bone crushing. That much had not changed about him. The beard was the same as well, though the face under that thicket of white hair had thinned considerably, and there were deep lines graven in those ruddy cheeks.  "Mance should have killed you when he had the chance," he said as he did his best to turn Jon's hand to pulp and bone. "Gold for gruel, and boys...a cruel price. Whatever happened to that sweet lad I knew?"
     They made him Lord Commander.

    "I know what I swore." Jon said the words. "I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. Were those the same words you said when you took your vows?"
     "They were. As the lord commander knows."
     "Are you certain that I have not forgotten some? The ones about the king and his laws, and how we must defend every foot of his land and cling to each ruined castle? How does that part go?" Jon waited for an answer. None came. "I am the shield that guards the realms of men. Those are the words. So tell me, my lord – what are these wildlings, if not men?"

     When Jon Connington stepped out onto the high battlements, the view was just as intoxicating as he remembered: the crag with its wind carved rocks and jagged spires, the sea below growling and worrying at the foot of the castle like some restless beast, endless leagues of sky and cloud, the wood with its autumnal colors. "Your father's lands are beautiful," prince Rhaegar had said, standing right where Jon was standing now. And the boy he'd been had replied, "One day they will all be mine."     

     And Robb. Robb who had been more a brother to Theon than any son born of Balon Greyjoy. Murdered at the Red Wedding, butchered by the Freys. I should have been with him. Where was I? I should have died with him.

     Melisandre's red lips curled into a smile. "I have seen you in my fires, Jon Snow."
     "Is that a threat, my lady? Do you mean to burn me too?"
     "You mistake my meaning." She gave him a searching look. "I fear that I make you uneasy, Lord Snow."
     Jon did not deny it.jon/stannis/melisandre being stuck at the wall for all of adwd is soooooo perfect   TO ME! the dynamix of it all...not even romantically just like: three psychos sitting around a map on a table...however melisandre/jon interax are a special, different genre of weirdhorny altogether. when the wind blows jon's cloak open and melisandre's like ok so im getting in there and he's like wtf get off me lmfaoooo


     "I have seen you in the storm, hard-pressed with enemies on every side. You have so many enemies. Shall I tell you their names?"
     "I know their names."
     "Do not be so certain." The ruby at Melisandre's throat gleamed red. "It is not the foes who curse you to your face that you must fear, but those who smile when you are looking and sharpen their knives when you turn your back. Ice, I see, and daggers in the dark. Blood frozen red and hard, and naked steel. It was very cold."
     "It is always cold on the Wall."
     "You think so?"
     "I know so, my lady."
     "Then you know nothing, Jon Snow," she whispered.kind of insane how grrm blatantly foreshadows the mutiny of the watch that kills jon in the first chapter of ADWD and when it happens at the very end im still like GIRL WHAT THE F every. single. time. also melisandre being weird to jon and then throwing ygritte's words at him when she has never seen, met, or heard of ygritte before...oh the omens...jon snow we're really in it now


     For a moment, Davos was too stunned to move. "Your Grace, you cannot...I am no fit man to be a King's Hand."
     "There is no man fitter." Stannis sheathed Lightbringer, gave Davos his hand, and pulled him to his feet.
     "I am lowborn," Davos reminded him. "An unjumped smuggler. Your lords will never obey me."
     "Then we will make new lords."stannis your gay


     "Ser Jaime? I am grateful, but...you were well away. Why come back?"
     A dozen quips came to mind, each crueler than the one before, but Jaime only shrugged. "I dreamed of you," he said.grrm im going to fucking get you!!!!!!! 'i dreamed of you' as the last line in this chapter...and its not even a lie/joke...OK


     "By law Sansa is next in line of succession, so Winterfell and the north would pass to her." Robb's mouth tightened. "To her, and her lord husband. Tyrion Lannister. I cannot allow that. I will not allow that. That dwarf must never have the north."
     "No," Catelyn agreed. "You must name another heir, until such time as Jeyne gives you a son." She considered a moment. "Your gather's father had no siblings, but his father had a sister who married a younger son of Lord Raymar Royce, of the junior branch. They had three daughters, all of whom wed Vale lordlings. A Waynwood and a Corbray, for certain. The youngest...it might have been a Templeton, but..."
     "Mother." There was a sharpness in Robb's tone. "You forget. My father had four sons."robb #1 jon snow defender...go crazy put him in your will !!!!


     Donal Noye was working his bellows at the fire. He looked up at the noise. "Jon Snow?"
     "None else." Despite fever, exhaustion, his leg, the Magnar, the old man, Ygritte, Mance, despite it all, Jon smiled. It was good to be back, good to see Noye with his big belly and pinned-up sleeve, his jaw bristling with black stubble.
     The smith released his grip on the bellows. "Your face..."
     He had almost forgotten. "A skinchanger tried to rip out my eye."
     Noye frowned. "Scarred or smooth, it's a face I thought I'd seen the last of. We heard you'd gone over to Mance Rayder."
     Jon grasped the door to say upright. "Who told you that?"
     "Jarman Buckwell. He returned a fortnight past. His scouts claim they saw you with their own eyes, riding along beside the wildling column and wearing a sheepskin cloak." Noye eyed him. "I see the last part's true."truly a jon snow perfect boy moment...his return to the wall in this chapter feels so fuxxking epic...plus the way he is basically 80% dead at this point and is still like :D


     "Your Grace," said Davos, "the cost..."
     "I know the cost!" The king moved, so his shadow fell upon King's Landing. "If Joffrey should die...what is the life of one bastard boy against a kingdom?"
     "Everything," said Davos softly.
     Stannis looked at him, jaw clenched. "Go," the king said at last, "before you talk yourself back into the dungeon."stannis/davos fights on par with stannis/jon ones...stannis just likes to argue what can i say. also What Is The Life Of One Bastard Boy (Joffrey) Against A Kingdom...extremely epic line especially when jon snow is about to be stannis' cosmically assigned bastard boy


     The archer looked at him a long while before he said, "You're Joffrey's dog."
     "My own dog now. Do you want the water?"
     "Aye." The man swallowed. "And the mercy. Please." When the water was gone he clutched the helm and licked the steel. "I wish it was wine, though. I wanted wine."
     "Me too." The Hound eased his dagger into the man's chest almost tenderly, the weight of his body driving the point through his surcoat, ringmail, and the quilting beeath. As he slid the blade back out and wiped it on the dead man, he looked at Arya. "That's where the heart is, girl. That's how you kill a man."im not me when im not tenderhounding...also arya + hound interax extremely father daughter 


     She dreamt of Joffrey dying, but as he clawed at his throat and the blood ran down across his fingers she saw with horror that it was her brother Robb. And she dreamed of her wedding night, too, of Tyrion's eyes devouring her as she undressed. Only then he was bigger than Tyrion had any right to be, and when he climbed into the bed his face was scarred only on one side. "I'll have a song from you," he rasped, and Sansa woke and found the old blind dog beside her once again.sansa :( she is literally so fuxked up by the time she makes it the vale my poor daughter...however her having vague weird horny nightmares about sandor does give me a little chuckle ngl



     Jon yanked away and grabbed the knight by the throat with such ferocity that he lifted him off the floor. He would have throttled him if the Eastwatch men had not pulled him off. Thorne staggered back, rubbing the marks Jon's fingers had left on his neck. "You see for yourselves, brothers. The boy is a wildling."JON GO CRAZYYYYY


     Robert was the true steel. Stannis is a pure iron, black and hard and strong, but brittle, the way iron gets. He'll break before he bends.oh jon...you poetic bitch


     He was almost ready to lower his blade and call a halt when Emmett feinted low and came in over his shield with a savage forehand slash that caught Jon on the temple. He staggered, his helm and head both ringing from the force of the blow. For half a heartbeat, the world beyond his eyeslit was a blur.
     And then the years were gone, and he was back at Winterfell once more, wearing a quilted leather coat in place of mail and plate. His sword was made of wood, and it was Robb who stood facing him, not Iron Emmett.
     Every morning they had trained together, since they were big enough to walk: Snow and Stark, spinning and slashing about the wards of Winterfell, shouting and laughing, sometimes crying when there was no one else to see. They were not little boys when they fought, but knights and might heroes. "I'm Prince Aemon the Dragon-knight," Jon would call out, and Robb would shout back, "Well, "I'm Florian the Fool." Or Robb would say, "I'm the Young Dragon," and Jon would reply, "I'm Ser Ryam Redwym."
     That morning he called it first. "I'm Lord of Winterfell," Jon cried, as he had a hundred times before. Only this time, Robb had answered, "You can't be Lord of Winterfell, you're bastard-born. My lady mother says you can't ever be Lord of Winterfell."
     Jon could taste blood in his mouth from the blow he'd taken.
     In the end, Halder and Horse had to pull him away from Iron Emmett, one man on either arm. The ranger sat on the ground dazed, his shield half in splinters, the visor of his helm knocked askew, his sword six yards away. "Jon, enough!" Halder was shouting, "he's down, you disarmed him. Enough!"
     No. Not enough. Never enough. Jon let his sword drop. "I'm sorry," he muttered. "Emmett, are you hurt?"
     Iron Emmett pulled his battered helm off. "Was there some part of 'yield' you could not comprehend, Lord Snow?" It was said amiably, though Emmett was an amiable man, and he loved the song of swords. "Warrior defend me," he groaned, "now I know how Qhorin Halfhand must have felt."
     That was too much. Jon wrenched free of his friend and retreated to the armory, alone. His ears were still ringing from the blow Emmett had dealt him. He sat on the bench and buried his head in his hands. Why am I so angry? he asked himself, but it was a stupid question.JESUS CHRIIIIIIIIIST....this all coming after stannis offers to legitimize jon's stark claim at the same time he finds out jeor mormont has died, leaving the lord commandership open, and that robb was murdered in the red wedding...the guilt of taking what would rightfully have been his brother's versus the guilt of throwing it away UGGGHHHHH I HATE IT HEEERRREEE

in these trying quarantined times i have gathered more damning evidence against jon snow in the name of bisexual trutherism. he banged ygritte so i only have to establish that he also is into men. thank you. i present: satin

• The boy claimed to be eighteen, older than Jon, but he was green as summer grass for all that. Satin, they called him, even in the wool and mail and boiled leather of the Night's Watch; the name he'd gotten in the brothel where he'd been born and raised. He was pretty as a girl with his dark eyes, soft skin, and raven's ringlets. Half a year at Castle Black had toughened up his hands, however, and Noye said he was passable with a crossbow. 

okay first of all literally assigned hoe at birth, second of all "pretty as a girl," third of all How Do You Know His Hands Were Soft And Also That They Aren't Anymore Jon? 

• "What do we do?" Satin shouted. / "We kill them," Jon shouted back, a black arrow in his hand. / No archer could have asked for an easier shot. The Thenns had their backs to the King's Tower. Both Jon and Satin chanced to choose the same target.

bitches who kill together etc etc...also same target basically the asoiaf equivalent of pacrim drifting   TO ME!

• Jon notched a fire arrow to his bowstring, and Satin lit it from the torch.

essentially the westoros equivalent of asking someone to light a cig for you

• Jon asked Satin to help him down to the yard. His wounded leg hurt so badly he could hardly walk, even with the crutch. "Bring the torch," he told the boy from Oldtown. "I need to look for someone."

satin thirdwheeling jon crying over ygritte's dead body is objectively hilarious. like he is just standing there while jon has a breakdown over his time with the wildlings and the girl he broke his vows with

• Jon prowled around Satin in a slow circle, sword in hand, forcing him to turn. "Get your shield up," he said. / "It's too heavy," the Oldtown boy complained. / "It's as heavy as it needs to be to stop a sword," Jon said. "Now get it up." He stepped forward, slashing. Satin jerked the shield up in time to catch the sword on it's rim, and swung his own blade at Jon's ribs. "That was good, but you need to put your body into it. Get your weight behind the steel and you'll do more damage than with arm strength alone. Come, try it again, drive at me, but keep the shield up or I'll ring your head like a bell." / Instead Satin took a step backwards and raised his visor. "Jon," he said anxiously. / When he turned, Melisandre was standing behind him, with half a dozen queen's men behind her.

1. MENTORSHIP 2. the layers of sexual innuendo here and 3. satin being one of the very few people at castle black that calls jon Jon instead of some mean shit and 4. melisandre crashing the party still sends. fun to note that the sentences that follow are basically jon's train of thought about her which is essentially, she's hot, but she freaks me out. represent!

im sure jon will commit more incriminating bisexual acts for satin in ADWD, but i also have miscellaneous evidence not pertaining to him

• As he notched it to his string, he remembered something that Theon Greyjoy had once said after a hunt. "The boar can keep his tusks and the bear his claws," he had declared, smiling that way he did. "There's nothing half so mortal as a goose feather."

jon thinking of the guy responsible for the death of three of his brothers and still being like Zamn His Smile Tho is ºª•¶¥†ƒ¥¨ˆø∆˙. also the fact that he still associates the bow with theon...your gay

while i'm here we have to also acknowledge that the way stannis and jon talk + argue at the wall all the time honestly just reads as a really weird tension that usually isnt helped by melisandre also being there. that or i'm just people_who_hate_each_other fucker6000.

• "I am no lord, sire." Jon rose. "I know what you have heard. That I am a turncloak, and craven. That I slew my brother Qhorin Halfhand so the wildlings would spare my life. That I rode with Mance Rayder, and took a wildling wife." / "Aye, all that and more. You are a warg too, they say, a skinchanger who walks at night as a wolf." King Stannis had a hard smile. "How much of it is true?"
• Stannis gave a curt nod. "Your father was a man of honor. He was no friend to me, but I saw his worth. Your brother was a rebel and a traitor who meant to steal half my kingdom, but no man can question his courage. What of you?" / Does he want me to say I love him? Jon's voice was stiff and formal as he said, "I am a man of the Night's Watch."
• "Your brother was the rightful Lord of Winterfell. If he had stayed home and done his duty, instead of crowning himself and riding off to conquer the riverlands, he might be alive today. Be that as it may. You are not Robb, no more than I am Robert." / The harsh words had blown away whatever sympathy might have had for Stannis. "I loved my brother," he said. / "And I mine. Yet they were what they were, and so are we. I am the only true king in Westoros, north or south. And you are Ned Stark's bastard." Stannis studied him with those dark blue eyes. "Your father's lands are bleeding. What is needed is a Lord of Winterfell. A loyal Lord of Winterfell." / He is looking at me, Jon thought, stunned. "Winterfell is no more. Theon Greyjoy put it to the torch." / "Granite does not burn so easily," Stannis said. (...) "I need a son of Eddard Stark to win them to my banner." / He would make me Lord of Winterfell. The wind was gusting, and Jon felt so lightheaded he was half afraid it would blow him off the Wall. "Your Grace," he said. "You forget. I am a Snow, not a Stark." / "It's you who are forgetting," King Stannis replied.

no comment. what goes on

     The night of the battle, Sandor Clegane had come to her chambers to take her from the city, but Sansa had refused. Sometimes she lay awake at night, wondering if she'd been wise. She had his stained white cloak hidden in a cedar chest beneath her summer silks. She could not say why she'd kept it.
sorry for tenderhounding its an incurable disease


     Mormont had to bellow at the top of his lungs to be heard over the horns. "Call them back, we have to cut our way out!" He stood in his stirrups, black cloak snapping in the wind, the fire shining off his armor. "Spearhead!" he roared. "Form wedge, we ride. Down the south face, then east!"
jeor epic moments....also ngl this chapter of sam fleeing + recounting the wight attack at the fist of the first men still freaks me out


     "Richard Karstark, lord of Karhold." Robb lifted the heavy axe with both hands. "Here in sight of gods and men, I judge you guilty of murder and high treason. In mine own name I condemn you. With mine own hand I take your life. Would you speak a final word?"
     "Kill me and be cursed. You are no king of mine."
     The axe crashed down. Heavy and well-honed, it killed at a single blow, but took three to sever the man's head from his body, and by the time it was done both the living and the dead were drenched in blood. Robb flung the poleaxe down in disgust, and turned wordless to the heart tree. He stood shaking with his hands half-clenched and the rain running down his cheeks.
the beheading of lord karstark is essentially the beginning of robb's end but god if it doesnt feel epic as hell. also robb boys who cry moments.


     He managed to jerk her dagger from its sheath, but before he could plunge it into her belly she caught his wrist and slammed his hands back on a rock so hard he thought she'd wrenched an arm from its socket. Her other hand spread across his face. "Yield!" She shoved his head down, held it under, pulled it up. "Yield!" Jaime spit water in her face. A shove, a splash, and he was under again, kicking uselessly, fighting to breathe. Up again. "Yield, or I'll drown you!"
the dynamix of it all.....watching jaime get his ass handed to him is never not the best shit ever

"Rhaegar fought valiantly, Rhaegar fought nobly, Rhaegar fought honorably. And Rhaegar died."

(storm of swords 330)

ah.....depressi?

     "My handmaids say there are ghosts here."
     "There are ghosts everywhere," Ser Jorah said softly. "We carry them with us wherever we go.":(   jorah literally ross from friends but he does have some points tho



     "I knew Mance Rayder, Jon. He is an oathbreaker, yes . . . but he has eyes to see, and no man has ever dared to call him faintheart."
     "What will we do?" asked Jon.
     "Find him," said Mormont. "Fight him. Stop him."
     Three hundred, thought Jon, against the fury of the wild. His fingers opened and closed.once again jon jeor father son mentorship moments but also i am extremely suspect of grrm's focus on the healing of jon's burnt hand + the parallels it draws to jaime's hand situation (also both of them as breakers of their vows)...sometimes i suspect that dany mad queen is true endgame and jon will have to kill her a la kingslayer...or im crazy. but i would like to see it ngl.



     Sansa screamed. Tears welled in her eyes. It would be over soon. She soon lost count of the blows.
     "Enough," she heard the Hound rasp. 
      /
      "Someone give the girl something to cover herself with," the Imp said. Sandor Clegane unfastened his cloak and tossed it at her. Sansa clutched it against her chest, fists bunched hard in the white wool. The coarse weave was scratchy against her skin, but no velvet had ever felt so fine.SORRY FOR TENDERHOUNDING



     "And if he yields?" Lord Tarly asked.
     "Yields?" Lord Rowan laughed. "When Mace Tyrell laid siege to Storm's End, Stannis ate rats rather than open his gates."stannis you are so fuxking epic. god bless



     "Maester Aemon thinks you clever." Mormont moved the raven to his shoulder. The bird tilted its head to one side, little eyes a-glitter.
     The answer was there. "Is it . . . it seems to me that it might be easier for one man to find two hundred than for two hundred to find one."
     The raven gave a cackling scream, but the Old Bear smiled through the grey of his beard.nothing like a jon cleverness + jeor approval moment. meu bebe . . . 



     "Maester Luwin says theres nothing in dreams that a man need fear."
     "There is," said Jojen.
     "What?"
     "The past. The future. The truth."jojen is literally the i see dead people kid and i love him so much. unhinged icon



    But outside her chambers she found Utherydes Wayn waiting with two women clad in grey, their faces cowled save for their eyes. Catelyn knew at once why they were here. "Ned?"
     The sisters lowered their gaze. Utherydes said, "Ser Cleos brought him from King's Landing, my lady."
     "Take me to him," she commanded.
     They had him laid out on a trestle table and covered with a banner, the white banner of House Stark with its grey direwolf sigil. "I would look on him," Catelyn said. 
     "Only the bones remain, my lady."
     "I would look on him," she repeated.uuuuugghhhh ned and catelyn truly one of the best rships in the book even after ned is dead.......i am so sad and this book made me like cat so much more than the first one

     "I could have your head off for saying that," he told Bronn, but the sellsword only laughed.
     "Friends," sayd Varys, "quarreling will not serve us. I beg you both, take heart."
     "Whose?" asked Tyrion sourly. He could think of several tempting choices.

(a clash of kings, 603)

this actually made me laugh out loud ngl

     Davos had come too far with Stannis to play coy now. "Last year they were Robert's men. A moon ago they were Renly's. This morning they are yours. Whose will they be on the morrow?"
     And Stannis laughed. A sudden gust, rough and full of scorn. "I told you, Melisandre," he said to the woman, "my Onion Knight tells me the truth."
     "I see you know him well, Your Grace," the woman said.
     "Davos, I have missed you sorely," the king said.

(a clash of kings, 611)

davos you are crazy. also i love when stannis is crazy but free
 

      

     "Benjen Stark is still First Ranger," Jon Snow told him, toying with his bowl of blueberries. The rest might have given up hope of his uncle's safe return, but not him. He pushed away the berries, scarcely touched, and rose from the bench.
     "Aren't you going to eat those?" Toad asked.
     "They're yours." Jon had hardly tasted Hobb's great feast. "I could not eat another bite." He took his cloak from its hook near the door and shouldered his way out.
     Pyp followed him. "Jon, what is it?"
     "Sam," he admitted. "He was not at the table tonight."
     "It's not like him to miss a meal," Pyp said thoughtfully. "Do you suppose he's taken ill?"
     "He's frightened. We're leaving him." He remembered the day he had left Winterfell, all the bittersweet farewells; Bran lying broken, Robb with snow in his hair, Arya raining kisses on him after he'd given her Needle.
     (...)
     Pyp made a grimace. "You did all you could."
     "All we could wasn't enough," Jon said.
    

uuuuuuuuuu jon snow tenderhearting moments.....refusing to believe his uncle is dead + not wanting to leave sam by himself + remembering his siblings from his last day at home....also the moody bitch move of pushing the blueberries away we get it you're angsty and a teen

 the only thing missing from the worldbuilding in asoiaf is a zodiac equivalent system because there are no months (?) and nobody has a coherent birthdate. that being said jon snow is a virgo with a gemini moon