“You Starks are hard to kill,” Jon agreed. His voice was flat and tired. The visit had taken all the strength from him. Robb knew something was wrong. “My mother …” “She was … very kind,” Jon told him. Robb looked relieved. “Good.” He smiled. “The next time I see you, you’ll be all in black.” Jon forced himself to smile back. “It was always my color. How long do you think it will be?” “Soon enough,” Robb promised. He pulled Jon to him and embraced him fiercely. “Farewell, Snow.” Jon hugged him back. “And you, Stark. Take care of Bran.” “I will.” They broke apart and looked at each other
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