All this talk about dragons and Targaryens will have to wait. As of right now, Benjen is having some trouble processing the possible truth of his dear brother being dead.

The shock upon his face is clear as the day itself. It's almost as if the wind was knocked out of him by a hardy jab to the gut. He stands there in complete silence with muted terror upon his face. Benjen shakily raises his hand to his hair and brushes the long unkempt strands back. "The Lannisters." He says their name with enough venom to curse all of their line. "The Lannisters killed our brother?" He stares at Lyanna for a long time in silence before suddenly turning away.

This is a bit much. Not only did he somehow cheat death but he meets with his sister again in some magical island only to find out his brother is dead. How? Just how does any of this makes any sense?

Benjen let's out a quiet sigh. It's taking all of his willpower not to scream and curse at the heavens right now. He's so angry. He's livid. His lips fall into a grim line and his brows knit together in muted anger and pain. His breathing is harsher now and the pulse quickened a bit.

Ned is dead. His brother was killed.