[ That snaps him right out of his laughter. No matter how weak it may sound, he knows he shouldn't laugh. Smiles and laughter are what cost him his teeth to begin with, and all these familiar faces calling him Theon--he can't deal with it. By this point, he's certain this is a trap, a game that may eventually cost him yet another finger if he answers incorrectly.
You mustn't let them call you that, a voice in his head warns. Lord Ramsay hurt you if he knows. Reek, you're Reek, it rhymes with peek. ]
No.
[ Averting his eyes, he shakes his head and wrings his hands nervously into the fabric of his filthy shirt. You must remember your name. ]
I...I fear we have mistaken one another for someone else. My name is Reek.
[ You looked him right in the eye, you spoke to him. He knows, he knows He knows and he shouldn't be here. ]
down once more to the dungeons of my black despair
You mustn't let them call you that, a voice in his head warns. Lord Ramsay hurt you if he knows. Reek, you're Reek, it rhymes with peek. ]
No.
[ Averting his eyes, he shakes his head and wrings his hands nervously into the fabric of his filthy shirt. You must remember your name. ]
I...I fear we have mistaken one another for someone else. My name is Reek.
[ You looked him right in the eye, you spoke to him. He knows, he knows He knows and he shouldn't be here. ]