Memories of Innocence and resolve

Ned looked at the Statue, of his sister, of his greatest regret

"Jon, do you remember when Arya was born,"

Not expecting that sort of question Jon hesitated, not because he didn't. But it was because he vividly did

He remembered how small she was, how fragile there was still a fierceness in her. Just ready to come out, a little whiny a little arrogant but this was a baby and she looked like him, she made him feel like family, a true sister that he not only not only resembled also he was able to cherish. He remembered holding her for the first time how much he wanted to cry at her simplistic beauty. Of a newborn babe. peacefully Resting in his arms. He had plenty of memories of her As a toddler fiercely running through the halls In Stark nude, covered in mud, giggling as the Entourage of his father's soldiers and father himself trying to catch her. Yet when he opened his arms she gleefully jumped in shrieking giggles, then also remembered As she squirmed as he tried to help her get bath.

Jon and Sansa never really got along, Sansa always preferred Jon's true born brother. But Arya? She was his, he was her big brother. As much as he loved Rob, he loved Arya even more. fore she made

him feel like family.

Jon are you all right?

Eye father I was just remembering what does she have to do with me.

Because when you were so little and she came into the world. You were the The first one to hold her to feel how delicate she was. That pregnancy was a rocky one but she survived like always. And when I first saw you holding her it was like looking into a mirror. Of when I first held you.

What?

You were the first of my children, I ever got to hold with my own hands. The first to be able to see that spark of Life coming into your eyes. That after losing my father and my brother, countless of men and even my own sister, you were the only tangible family I had at that time. I lost almost everything but you helped.

My first confession to you Jon is that I never sired you, but despite that, you were the firstborn that I held in my arms.

Wait You never sired-

My second confession, Is that you were truly born as my nephew through my sister in her last moments. Her final moments spent asking me to promise her to protect you. I was going to do that regardless, but those were her final words. Promise me Ned that you would keep my child safe. I still remember them as if it was yesterday. The pain, the sorrow but the hope in her voice. She trusted me with the last part of herself you. To to to bathe to. Care for. To. Educate and allow to grow. I May not have been the best father. And I'm sorry if I failed in Many regards but I always loved you as much as any of our kin. At that moment his father began to cry

A part of him. The logical part wanted to ask so many questions.

But the brainless emotional aspect of Jon Snow just wanted to hug his father that was all he wanted to hear, And in times of stress and emotion it is best that love prevailed . He Hugged his father/Uncle. To hear that he was wanted and loved was enough. He couldn't find it in his heart to hate his father at that moment.

He had more questions. Sure, but this this was more than he could ever ask for. This is what he's loved about his father (in all but blood apparently) his sincerity and straightforwardness when it came to difficult emotions.