Brother. It has been years. I write to you now what I should have written you years ago. No, I should have told you, before leaving Winterfell, but I had been too heartsick at the thought of leaving you and Bran in straits that I thought it best not to concern you with trifles.
You were, perhaps more than Father ever was, my family. We shared only our father between us, but I am grateful for it now more than ever; regret it, too, so greatly that my heart feels cold and heavy in its mourning. I had weighed myself with selfishness and pride as a child, thinking that you couldn't accept a bastard like me as kin. Why should you? You are the trueborn heir, and I am the shame brought upon your mother's name.
I'm sorry, Robb. That I did not fight by your side, though I dearly wished to. I had taken my oaths at the Night's Watch, but now it feels as if I had fought for so little only to lose so much. Father would say that is the way of life. Father bled for his honor.
I should have died fighting for you. It is my one regret, in my past life, in this one, even in the next if I must continue this cursed existence. I miss you, brother. I miss home. I miss our brothers and sisters. I miss father. I miss the cold of the castle, and I miss your laughter ringing against its stone most of all.
I pray the gods have taken you from the darkness of death, to a place of peace, with the sun warm on your skin.
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Brother. It has been years. I write to you now what I should have written you years ago. No, I should have told you, before leaving Winterfell, but I had been too heartsick at the thought of leaving you and Bran in straits that I thought it best not to concern you with trifles.
You were, perhaps more than Father ever was, my family. We shared only our father between us, but I am grateful for it now more than ever; regret it, too, so greatly that my heart feels cold and heavy in its mourning. I had weighed myself with selfishness and pride as a child, thinking that you couldn't accept a bastard like me as kin. Why should you? You are the trueborn heir, and I am the shame brought upon your mother's name.
I'm sorry, Robb. That I did not fight by your side, though I dearly wished to. I had taken my oaths at the Night's Watch, but now it feels as if I had fought for so little only to lose so much. Father would say that is the way of life. Father bled for his honor.
I should have died fighting for you. It is my one regret, in my past life, in this one, even in the next if I must continue this cursed existence. I miss you, brother. I miss home. I miss our brothers and sisters. I miss father. I miss the cold of the castle, and I miss your laughter ringing against its stone most of all.
I pray the gods have taken you from the darkness of death, to a place of peace, with the sun warm on your skin.
Your brother,
Jon Snow
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