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[werden]

I mourn Blackwater as well.

We have done what we could. And there was not enough of what we have, though we made the best of it. Brave men died in Blackwater, for many different things that we believed. And in that one night, all of them were more real than anything ever was.

Perhaps that was the problem.

[a pause as he considers so many other things; hesitates; but decides to end it with,]

They say the Lannisters have won. And what does that mean, exactly? [a wry smile.]

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[edric]

My uncle should consider himself lucky to have someone like you by his side. You were brave.

[werden]

I am honored to serve His Grace, but it isn't so much out of courage than of duty.

[edric]

But one must be brave to carry out one's duty, Ser Davos. Duty can get you killed.

[werden]

[how to phrase this. hm.]

No doubt about it. I am very fortunate to have my duty measured by a will I trust.

[bruxisms]

[ Blackwater. It was not a day he remembers fondly, but it would seem recent events will force him to relive it. ]

The battle was lost, but you and I will fight on, smuggler.

[ But for how much longer, is the question that weighs on his mind. And some would say Lord (or is it sill Ser?) Davos' luck has all but run out. ]

[werden]

Your Grace.

[this is a more difficult conversation than he'd like.

perhaps a comfort, first, before they trade barbs;]

I will be at your side.

[bruxisms]

I... would not have it another way.

[ Davos and Melisandre. He had need of them both to win the war, yet in the end, only one would remain loyal to him above all others, even their so-called Gods.

For if he could not trust his own Hand... ]

We will fight on.

[ To what might very well be our deaths needs not be spoken. ]

[werden]

I am honoured, Your Grace.

[and now for the harder part;]

But perhaps in our future wars, a goal beyond fighting would be advisable. I'd rather the bards sing of your glory when you are on the throne, and not somewhere else.

[6 feet under, or leagues below the sea, for instance.]

[antlered]

It will never cease to baffle me, Davos, that you continue to ignore where the fault lies.

[werden]

[an awkward laugh.]

Then the fault lies on us both, and between the two of us, measured equal so that it has barely any weight at all.

There is much to blame, but there is also much to work on. The latter is more important than the ability to place faults, which leads us nowhere.

[antlered]

[You really astound him, Davos. In a very positive way, mostly.]

You are far too good a man for him. He has been consistently the weak link, and you know as well as I that if I had lived the battle would be won.

[sorrowed]

( the lannisters have won: it means nothing good. )

King Joffrey remains on the iron throne. As the gods have decided.

[werden]

The gods are rather particular with their sport.

[he's not sure which is the greater tragedy: that joffrey lives, or that this can be decided by gods.]

[sorrowed]

( she prayed for joffrey to die. the gods did not listen. )

And why do you say such a thing, ser?

[mydaddyissues]

It means we smashed you.

[werden]

The reports may vary from man to man, but I rather doubt you were with that 'we'.

But very well. A victory granted, nonetheless.

[mydaddyissues]

[ WOW DAVOS RUDE. ]

Of course I was with the 'we'. I was atop the battlements - I saw your ships burn, too.

[therainbowking]

My brother has told me you served him well, Ser Davos.

[werden]

[a slight bow.]

I served him as well as I can, always. But I fear that it may not be enough.

[therainbowking]

He should be grateful to have you under him, you are undoubtedly a better advisor than his red woman.

[a_summer_child]

Lord Davos... I am sorry about your son.

[werden]

[a slight bow.]

I am too, my lady. If only because I have failed him, too.

[ty_winning]

There was never any hope of victory for you, smuggler. Your men sailed to their deaths- as will all who follow Stannis.

[werden]

And those who ride with you, did they not ride knowing they might not return at all? The difference between us lies in the number of those who died. You may have killed all the pawns in the board, but you have not captured the King, and he lives to fight again.

[ty_winning]

A cyvasse metaphor, now? You are surprisingly cultured for a smuggler of onions. Nevertheless, Stannis' fleet lies broken. I am content to wait for his next miserable attempt at stealing my grandson's throne before crushing him- and you -into dust.