It hurts, but I can bear it. Because I’m a doll, and a servant. Because I’m a pretty thing and a soldier all the same
Genya Safin - The Tailor
“Once more,” he said. “Speak my name once more.”
He was ancient, I knew that. But in this moment he was just a boy—brilliant, blessed with too much power, burdened by eternity.
His eyes fluttered shut. “Don’t let me be alone,” he murmured. And then he was gone.
"How’ve you been? How’s the fancy architecture gig?"
She rolled her eyes. ”You wouldn’t even begin to understand if I told you.”
"Probably not," he agreed, "But I get points for asking, right?"
She mourned that little girl, missing her two front teeth and trailing her son through the back yard, looking for Easter Eggs, the little girl who had insisted on curling up in her Aunt Lyanna’s lap because Aunt Lyanna was more exciting than her mother, (…) That little girl, that happy little Arya was gone. She might have been gone the whole time.
Lyanna had never wanted a family. At least, not a family more than she’d had growing up. Brothers were fantastic. But the thought of a husband and children? Not for her. Never for her.
Jon was everything, he was Elia, and Aegon, and Rhaenys, and Brandon, Ned, Benjen, and her—everything that family was, everything that it had been, and everything that it could be.
He was laughing like a child, turning briefly to backpedal away from her, as if to make sure she were following him, before he turned around again and ran even faster. ”Oh, I’m going to kill you!”
"You’ll have to catch me first," he sang over his shoulder.
Arya did know. Arya knew all to well. No, you can’t just—and then expect life to be normal, and go on the way that it was before. You can’t just—and expect to get away with it. That’s what you called her for, because she got away with it—she always did, because nobody ever thought it was her. That was why she was so good at it, why she was so—
But she was done with that now—done with it.
There were some people who came into her office and just looked broken and it made Brienne sad.
Sansa Stark was one of those people.