People had been telling Asha that Theon was dead for years now, her mother with tears in her eyes and her father with the promise of her crown, but lately he just kept coming back. The first time it was with fancy clothes, an annoying smirk, and a stupid Northern accent, her shy brother long gone, and here he was again before her now, a ragged scarecrow with shattered teeth and madness in his eyes. They say what is dead can never die, rising up harder and stronger, but, as far as Asha could tell, Theon just came back wrong.