Winchester looked at the man in front of him, stunned. The Theon who had dressed himself as meticulously as an aristocrat of the old era, still maintained his calm and collected demeanor, possessing the disposition of a general even when he was in the attacking city of the living corpse. Yet now, he was like a homeless person in the wilderness, pouring alcohol that Winchester had given him to warm his body into his throat, as if his life depended on it.

As the man who was ...