[What is there to celebrate other than Viserys proving the Targaryen madness truth? That is no cause for celebration, save the sick glee it might provide all those who would tell his sister that which he's done everything he could to keep from her.
Targaryen. He won't have it. It is who he is, yes. But this, this is not an action that...his brother never would have done it. His father? He had power. Joffrey would have been burned, and who knows what would happen to his mother after that.
Things that she did everything she could to keep it from him, put on smiles that he later thought of it and wondered, exactly, how could he not see the pain in them, how could he not tell she was on the verge of tears?
I am Targaryen. I'd prefer to be called Viserys. And what is it you prefer? I very much doubt that any of you Westerosi would call me by the titles rightfully mine.
[Which the Usurper is keeping warm for me. Had he been dead then, had Joffrey been on it at that point?]
I've not forgotten. I know my history, I know every member in my family, their victories, their sorrows, their names and titles and the names of the dragons they once rode. [Knows every member. His history. Oh yes, he does. He just warps it, twists it, knots it up so that nothing can be held against his family.
Which, of course, means he's omitted certain members whenever he's spoken about them to his sister. Members who would prove the idea of their family's greatest weakness true. He couldn't have her knowing that, doubting their claim. Lies. He wants them to be true, uses everything he can to justify, to deny—but what sort of Targaryen was he in the end, other than those who went entirely mad?] I hold blame for the same I believe you should hold it for. I was young, too. I had not much experience with a dagger myself. I would have dropped it, same as any child.
Yet I was punished for nothing I did or could have stopped. Why should I not do the same? Why should I believe that to be an excuse when that mercy was never extended to me? My pregnant mother? My sister, a child herself? Why show any mercy to those who would not give me the same?
[Why? is a question he has, has always had. Why did any of it happen. Why did it have to happen? This game they play, this game he tried to play himself...to drag children into it, he finds it horrific. He was dragged into it. Everyone else should suffer the same.]
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Targaryen. He won't have it. It is who he is, yes. But this, this is not an action that...his brother never would have done it. His father? He had power. Joffrey would have been burned, and who knows what would happen to his mother after that.
Things that she did everything she could to keep it from him, put on smiles that he later thought of it and wondered, exactly, how could he not see the pain in them, how could he not tell she was on the verge of tears?
I am Targaryen. I'd prefer to be called Viserys. And what is it you prefer? I very much doubt that any of you Westerosi would call me by the titles rightfully mine.
[Which the Usurper is keeping warm for me. Had he been dead then, had Joffrey been on it at that point?]
I've not forgotten. I know my history, I know every member in my family, their victories, their sorrows, their names and titles and the names of the dragons they once rode. [Knows every member. His history. Oh yes, he does. He just warps it, twists it, knots it up so that nothing can be held against his family.
Which, of course, means he's omitted certain members whenever he's spoken about them to his sister. Members who would prove the idea of their family's greatest weakness true. He couldn't have her knowing that, doubting their claim. Lies. He wants them to be true, uses everything he can to justify, to deny—but what sort of Targaryen was he in the end, other than those who went entirely mad?] I hold blame for the same I believe you should hold it for. I was young, too. I had not much experience with a dagger myself. I would have dropped it, same as any child.
Yet I was punished for nothing I did or could have stopped. Why should I not do the same? Why should I believe that to be an excuse when that mercy was never extended to me? My pregnant mother? My sister, a child herself? Why show any mercy to those who would not give me the same?
[Why? is a question he has, has always had. Why did any of it happen. Why did it have to happen? This game they play, this game he tried to play himself...to drag children into it, he finds it horrific. He was dragged into it. Everyone else should suffer the same.]