[Gendry for a moment was left to gape at a eight year old child murdering a cousin. Yet, it wasn't utterly astonishing. Arya had killed and she wasn't that much older than that. And Gendry... well, he'd made his first kill when he was older. But there were those he felt guilty for, even if he hadn't done the deed himself.]

It's a nasty business what happened to you. But the world I know, it don't much matter if you can fight or not. When I was going north to the Riverlands, all I saw were bodies. It didn't matter if they were men or women, or if they could fight or not fight. They were killed all the same. I felt bad for most of them. There was even some we found still living, though I buried them after. But I couldn't feel bad for all of them. Not when there was so many.