He'd heard things like that before, the wording similar even if their meaning wasn't - you're not supposed to be here. You never should have been born. You shouldn't exist, don't exist; you're nothing. Flung at him over and over, although part of him knew she didn't mean it in the way the others had. That didn't make it any more bearable to listen to, though.
Bran slowly relaxed his hold on her, his eyes never leaving her face even though she refused to look at him. That was alright - in time he would make her see, make her understand. Whatever happened before was over, but whatever this was, it was different. She promised to come back and he knew she would, so he'd wait and wait until she returned again.
He finally released her shoulders, the landscape beginning to fade away. "Good. I'll wait, but remember - I see and know all. Don't betray me."