[ she speaks at such distance! eager, it seems, to divorce herself from the deep sentiment lurking beneath the consonants and vowels. ] It grieves me to think her ever...frightened. And so I thank the Gods her fear is a difficult thing to imagine.
[ little and headstrong though she is, sansa cannot see fear in arya. she imagines it's there somewhere -- cobwebbing some dark corner. but to see it? oh, her heart would break again. ]
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[ little and headstrong though she is, sansa cannot see fear in arya. she imagines it's there somewhere -- cobwebbing some dark corner. but to see it? oh, her heart would break again. ]