[Once again she caught him off guard with tales of her past. It was true, he couldn't understand what it was like to be a slave. He didn't have as terrible an upbringing as he believed in his earlier years, but even when confronted with her hardships now, it wasn't enough to silence the sense of betrayal he felt.

Names might mean little, but it wasn't simply the name that troubled him, it was no longer knowing who he was.]

I wanted to be a Stark as a boy, I wanted to be Jon Stark, but I was never one and I was never Jon Snow either. I don't know who I am.

[His father...his uncle had lied to him all of these years. For his protection, aye, but never once had he offered some measure of comfort about his mother. She wasn't a whore, she had wanted him, yet he said nothing.]

Everything was a lie.