He wondered what Sansa might say if he told her the truth of it all. It was not Gendry that had executed this squire she once knew. It was the Lady Stoneheart. It was Sansa's own mother who ordered the deed. Gendry did not have the stomach to see it carried out, but he knew the conclusion so well that he did not need to know how it would end. They would swing, they would die, and a dead woman's thirst for vengeance would not be sated.

So he reminded himself of Willow Heddle and of the little orphans. He fought for them, even if they were scared of him. He protected them foremost and Lady Stoneheart...

She was a world away. One day, he'd have to tell Sansa about her. Maybe then, something might be done. Perhaps the High King and High Queen could help the dead woman be more alive than Beric Dondarrion had.

But all of that was just idle thinking. When he felt the last buckle unloosed on one side, he pulled the front part of his armor away, so that it pull forward like a hinge.