[He finds it almost delightful how much scorn Squalo holds for them, even if he personally doesn't care one way or another. It's just fun to watch.]
I have no love for the gods, but let's keep that between us.
[Ramsay doesn't care if people know about his feelings towards them, but he thinks it wouldn't hurt just pretending that little detail is something significant. There's many that still place their faith in the old gods and follow their teachings to a tee back in Westeros, but he's already disgraced them just by being a bastard.]
In the North, we tend to have similar a mindset.
[Which made it very easy to betray the Starks and all that. It's not just the bastard that believes in honor, but that entire fucking family. Well, maybe not Sansa, but Ramsay isn't going to get into those details with Squalo. After all, such poor manners to talk about one's wife that way... or something like that.]
Those south of us may very well be different, especially as we reach the land of Dorne, but I have rarely traveled there. My place is in the North.
[Imagine going to the Iron Islands or something like that?? Ugh. Although, a thought crosses Ramsay and he looks at his 'companion' with curiosity.]
What's honor to you, swordsman? [Ramsay waves a hand, a laugh escaping him.] Just a simple answer will do, my ears will ring if I hear too much once more.
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I have no love for the gods, but let's keep that between us.
[Ramsay doesn't care if people know about his feelings towards them, but he thinks it wouldn't hurt just pretending that little detail is something significant. There's many that still place their faith in the old gods and follow their teachings to a tee back in Westeros, but he's already disgraced them just by being a bastard.]
In the North, we tend to have similar a mindset.
[Which made it very easy to betray the Starks and all that. It's not just the bastard that believes in honor, but that entire fucking family. Well, maybe not Sansa, but Ramsay isn't going to get into those details with Squalo. After all, such poor manners to talk about one's wife that way... or something like that.]
Those south of us may very well be different, especially as we reach the land of Dorne, but I have rarely traveled there. My place is in the North.
[Imagine going to the Iron Islands or something like that?? Ugh. Although, a thought crosses Ramsay and he looks at his 'companion' with curiosity.]
What's honor to you, swordsman? [Ramsay waves a hand, a laugh escaping him.] Just a simple answer will do, my ears will ring if I hear too much once more.