— Viserion, the sweetest
ao3: i tell you how i almost die (while you’re bringing me back to life)
The thing is... Daenerys still doesn't know how the Night's King got over the wall and Daemon refuses to tell her, at least for the moment. She must know, Kinvara warns him, The Queen must be prepared.
But he does not know how to do it, even though he understands that time is not in his favor, he cannot find the words to tell the woman who brought to life the dragon she could have loved most, the sweetest of her children, is now a puppet of the Great Other and that she must face him to bring the dawn or they will die under the coldness of its fire.
When he saw her in her tent thought he could do it, in his hands was the dragon egg that Vermax nested centuries ago, a son for a son, he mentioned but to his mind comes the memory of the pain his beloved Rhaenyra suffered, in the way her face distorted in horror when she heard about Lucerys, in the numbness that ran through her as she held the small lifeless body of their Visenya. He also sees Laena, his adored Laena who preferred to die next to their baby. Even he remembers Rhaenys, whom he considered one of the strongest women he knew in his life but who was never the same after losing her only two children.
The words linger in his mouth, dying as soon as he thinks it, by her hand he was born and by her hand he was to die, the priestess of Volantis told him moons ago.
It is a mother's destiny to give life to her children, to see them grow and prosper, not to bury them.
They are not only her dragons, their bond goes beyond a rider and their mount, they are her children.
Children she brought to life, children she fed from her breast, children she bled and suffered for.
So he can't do it, he can't bring that pain back, the pain he knows so well, he can't tell her that it will be Viserion who will bring the long night, he would rather jump once more on Caraxes in Gods Eye than tell Daenerys the truth.