[Bran's stomach twists at those words. He thinks of Winterfell, and the darkness of the crypts--and Jojen's greendreams, Meera's smile, Hodor's murmured Hodors as they march north. And he thinks of the three-eyed crow, and the Wall, and what lays beyond.]
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[At the very least, Robb doesn't want the Iron Throne anyway.]
Or so he's meant to be.
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That's why you must return from where you went, and treat with him.
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I will treat with him here.