Twenty-Fifth House of Westeros ♛ Dictated

[songsandstories]

Age is a thing to ponder, of what lies waiting for us back home. [She thinks of the Vale, and what is to become of Alayne Stone. Sansa Stark must be dead, she tells herself.]

Does the castle truly know what is to be if some did not age while others did? [Was it an omen?] I know little of magic, as its use has long since died where I am from. Perhaps this is but another trick. None can foretell the future.

I should have liked to grown old, though I have not an idea of what my father's wishes. [She is simply relieved to be away and free of Lannisters, let alone planning for what is to come. No doubt Petyr has something planned. She briefly thinks of Winterfell, the promise he once made.]

I have safety while Westeros is still torn. The castle would like me to believe that isn't so, I presume.

Comments

[songsandstories]

I know well enough of the fates of others.

[originalcopy]

But not your own... so you're going to freak out because the Castle didn't let you play spinster with the rest of us geezers.

Well, don't worry about it. Plenty of us doomed folks got to spend time as the elderly, I'm sure that plenty of people who die of old age got to stay young.

[he talks about himself as if he was going to die... he'd died years before arriving at Paradisa. He'd been given the chance to live again for a couple of days... and had life taken from him again.]

[songsandstories]

I was not worried. It only made me think of what is to be when we return.

[originalcopy]

Well, the only way to know your future is to have an asshole from your future arrive and not know how to keep their mouth shut.

It's hard not to wonder about the future though.

[songsandstories]

Do you not think you should be told of your future? [Sansa herself was shocked when she arrived to see those she knew to be dead.]

[originalcopy]

No.

Everyone dies... life is 100% fatal at some point. Does it do me any good to know if I die tomorrow or 20 years from now?

If I know that I'm doomed if I leave... how can I ever really be at ease here? The threat of leaving would hang over me every second of the day.
How could I not come to depend on this place if it's keeping me from an awful fate?

Either way I'm a slave to the Castle... I don't want that.

[Of course he knows that he doesn't die if he leaves here. He's already dead and how do you kill a ghost? But he's gotten a glimpse of what the knowledge has done to others.]

[songsandstories]

You speak wisely. [At least here people she knows are safe.]

However we are all slaves.

[originalcopy]

[Well, that's a first. He's been called a wise-ass, but never wise. He is pretty fuckin' wise huh.]

Prisoner... and I don't plan on making it easy for the warden.

[songsandstories]

That is not always so easy when it changes things so easily.

[originalcopy]

That's true... it seems to like to lull us into a false sense of security and then hit us with shit.

You just have to stay on your toes and deal with it as it comes. Not much different from back home really.

[songsandstories]

Not in the least.