Tʜᴇ Dᴇᴍᴏɴ Mᴏɴᴋᴇʏ.

"I didn't say I didn't need you...I just don't need you to talk down to me like I'm some stupid kid. You lost that right years ago" he told him, though his words weren't meant cruelly "I just...I need justice for her...I need to set things straight"

"I don't know...I don't have a plan" he admitted, running a hand over his features "I just...wanted to get close to them, then maybe...one day I'd get a chance..."

"And we're back to denying I'm your son? full circle..." He said, a shake of his head. "You know...for a moment there, I actually imagined what it might be like to have your support... to have a father. Now who's the fool"

"Then I will DIE trying" He repeating, the blue of his eyes fixed on the smaller male, the tension in his features showing that he was playing no games. He intended to pull apart the Lannisters once and for all. "I will avenge her. you. us....even if I have to do it alone"

He laughed at that. "I don't know what mother wants because she was too busy throwing up blood to tell me." He told him, no longer caring for holding back "And I don't need a following, an army, I just need a chance...one chance to take them all down..."

favour" He scoffed now, growing more and more annoyed "Maybe you are just as useless as they all say you are"

"Someone has to do something and since you're all too happy to sit there with your wine and whores and be made to look an idiot day after day...that falls to me....and not just for you but for my mother too..."

"I will NOT stand by whilst they make a fool out of us , out of YOU" He stated simply, outraged by that lack of concern in his 'fathers' voice "Don't you tire of it?"