[He falls quiet a moment, thinking on this. A feeling. He thinks of wearing Summer's skin, the way a direwolf thinks, sharp, the way Summer can smell wrongness--]

I talked to the demon. Robb said that I should not, but-- I talked to her. I know it was wrong, but she was interesting and I think-- I think I could do what she did. I think I could wear another's skin.

[There is fear in him now, fear what Jon will say, so before he can speak, Bran adds, hastily:] I know it is wrong. Robb said she was an abomination, and she is, for wearing another's skin, so I will not do it. I am not like her.