[He can see it, but still, still, when Robb asks that question, Jon is surprised. It goes through him like a spear, and he realizes that because he's lived the longest of any of them, it's his fate to have to deliver bad tidings again and again.

The face he turns to his brother is haunted, regretful, and his hand rises to cup Robb's shoulder. His voice is softer, more reluctant: he pushes the words out.]

Aye, the arrows, or someone's knife.

It was Bolton and Frey and Tywin Lannister -- it must have been, because of what Bolton got from it.

But it may be that there's a time when it never happened. It's only what I know, what I remember. You're married... what's your wife's name?