"I suppose you've no obligation to trust a thing I say, no," she conceded. And that made her feel very sad and bereft and lonely indeed. Worse yet, she'd fought with Arya during their brief rest on the roadside. The conflict replayed itself over and over, and every time Sansa demonized herself a little more.

"But I trusted him." To a point. "And I wish he was here, now. None of this would have happened."