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how do you kill a santy claws? [ because he's got a list. and he's stalking children. and he sneaks into people's homes while dressed in red. and he's clearly a drunk.]

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[ you know what? she ain't even bothered. ]

Good.

[ down with freaky red-clad sorcerers with lion-y names, tbh. ]

don't want to stop me?

I would want to stop you. Not Nymeria.

[ then she better not say she intends to be there.] alright.

If anything where to happen to you--

[ a sentiment shared before; she does not need to rehash it in full. ]

nothing will happen. i will be alright.

We are almost all of us here, now.

[ the children. the siblings. all but baby rickon -- though she's been assured their youngest sibling lives. even so, her stomach twists to think on him. and her meaning is somewhat plain: now that they are nearly all together again, they need to survive. remain. persevere. ]

[ not rickon. or mother. or father. she wants to point that out but what's the use. sansa knows it as well as she.]
not all of us.

No. [ her text echoes -- and if text could be saddened and heavy, then this text certainly is. ] Not all of us.

[ she'd meant the children, but arya's words give censure. there are a hundred different metrics by which, she feels, she's always failing: she can save a city (such as it is) but not gain her sister's approval. ]

[ she doesn't mean to crush hope, she knows that her sister needs her spirits lifted. she is reminded of that by the words of many who instruct arya on how to better empathize.]

but you made us a home here. [ she's giving you props, sansa.]

[ a pause. her gut reaction is a horrid one: to sharply suggest that she knows it isn't what arya wants -- that the younger girl had preferred caer glaem. that the cothromach, still, was not winterfell. and how could it ever be? even sansa, walking its cold underground halls, feels the absence of springs deep beneath the earth. she misses feasts draped in her family's colours.

she misses happiness.

instead, she tries to see arya's words as how they are intended: a raw familial kindness. ] It's all I ever want: as many of us together again as can be found. Regardless...

[ of life or death. of court. of argument. they are starks; they belong together. ]

[ arya still prefers the castle to the keep, to be sure. but now that she knows it possible, she intends to ask for a favor just like gendry's a way to get to it whenever she pleases.

although she wishes she could travel anywhere with that speed.]

maybe the rest will come.

I pray they will. I do. Arya -- was it you who asked for the weirwoods?

[ because she's asked her brothers and they haven't 'fessed up: only one stark remains. and it must be a stark, because she cannot think of anyone else who would care half so much for those precious trees. ]

[ there's a long pause.] yes.

They are beautiful. Perfect.

Thank you. [ for bringing a piece of home to this strange place. ]

its what father would want.

Is that why you did it?

[ is that the only reason you did it? ]

[ no. she misses the weirwood, she misses the days spent played in the shade of the trees. she misses home and she, perhaps surprisingly(?) wanted to bring comfort to anyone who felt the same way.] why

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Curious. I'm only curious.

[ she is more than curious -- but being honest with arya is still a challenge. she tries hard, but sometimes she needs to be craven. cautious. in reality, she wonders whether arya requested the trees in joy or in despair. ]

he'd want us to have one here, if we're meant to stay.

Do you ever find it tempting? To...want to stay?

[ sansa has wanted to stay for some time, now -- but robb's arrival has only exacerbated that desire to never return to westeros. she does not want a land where her family is shattered and their lands divvied up to flayed men. ]

i don't want to go back. [ not that she's a coward. but now that she knows what is to come, why would she want to go back? when she has most of her family here? if only their lady mother and rickon would come. if only their father would return.

and if this place can bring forth the dead, she'd want syrio forel and jory to come as well.]

Neither do I.

[ well. at least they can agree on something. ]

[ arya's thirst for revenge is not so intense as it would be were she still alone in westeros, separated. she'd be plucked from that world at just the right time, plucked and reunited with family.]

as you say.

[ as i say. gods, how many times has she used those same words to shut down conversations? to escape; to flee; to feign obedience to the point where the obedience became real. she swallows hard. she has to remind herself that arya is not her. they are not the same scared girl -- no, arya is far braver. stupider, perhaps. and liable to run headlong to her death (a thought which chills her to no end). but braver.

yes, braver. ]

Take care in your hunt. You and Nymeria. [ and, not knowing that jon and her have already planned anything, she makes one last request -- knowing she'll never be the one to join her sister on any crusade: ] Whatever the pair of you do, please take Jon with you.

[ it's compromise. sansa is so good at compromising -- but it feels better to compromise with someone she loves instead of fears. ]

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