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[ Arya doesn't know what led her here this afternoon. She has never been particularly religious. But that friend of her mother's said she was welcome here if she needed an escape from the castle and she really needed one. She isn't sure what she expected, but the simplicity of the building is a relief. Everything has been so complicated lately, simple is good. She hesitates at the door, wondering if she should knock. Finally, she just pulls it open and steps inside.

It reminds her of a sept somewhat. It has the feel of one. The Seven aren't on the walls here, but there are other figures. Like the sept, it's quiet. Arya bites her lower lip. It feels wrong to call out. She sits gingerly on a back pew instead. She's not much given to prayer, but in the silence she prays now. In case the Seven can still listen, in case the Old Gods can still see, she prays to both.

When she's done, she remembers her rules. Arya slides her journal out from where she pinned it against her with her jerkin. Still sitting on the pew, she lets it fall open on her lap and filters quickly to her mother. ]

[ Catelyn Stark ]
I'm in town. I'll be back soon.

[ With that filter out of the way, she stares at a blank page for a while. Jon was always the brother she loved best. He's the one she could tell anything to. She hates feeling so unsure about him, but after what she was told, she doesn't know if she wants to know more or if he will even tell her. You're being stupid, she chides herself and makes the filter before she can think twice. ]

[ Jon Snow ]
Could you come into the town? I'm in the church here. I want to talk to you.

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He was, yes. [She knew very much what had happened the moment she had seen him.]

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You know.

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The Red Wedding has already happened for me.

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That's what they called it?!

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It is. News of it spread. The King of the North's demise. The Boltons betrayed the Starks, as they always have. Though the fault belonged to the Freys. [She dips her head. Now Arya knows of one brother dead; Sansa wondered about the other two.]

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But they're our bannermen. Why would they—?

[songsandstories]

You remember the stories of the Boltons. And-- Robb crossed Lord Frey. [She wasn't exactly sure if she should reveal Robb was married.]

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Robb wouldn't do something like that. The Freys must have lied.

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They didn't. He chose his own life instead of honoring an agreement he made.

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But Robb, he...what agreement?

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It isn't my place to tell you, Arya. [Although sadly, he has no memory of her as it's his loss.]

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Fine. I'll ask him.

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It's complicated, Arya. You are-- years behind the both of us. Much has happened in Westeros as a whole.

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How am I supposed to learn if no one tells me anything?

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Who said anything about learning? [Sansa did not want Arya to find out about their futures.]

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I want to.