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arya stark

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[ Arya has a pile of clothes on the floor. One by one, she cuts and rips them. Miraculously, not a single dress has fallen victim. That honor fell upon a grey robe of rough spun wool and a fine page's outfit, which bears on its breast the flayed man of Bolton. The flayed man is the first thing she cuts. ]

Friends;
Who's still here?

Rabbit;
Do you have more of those chocolate eggs?

Frodo;
[ She has the ghosts return his cloak to him. ]

You ought have your cloak back.

Zelos;
[ S'up Zelos. This is a home invasion. And by home invasion I mean she's standing on the sidewalk in front of the house long after night fell. ]

Wake up, stupid!

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He took Harrenhal after Tywin Lannister left. I was his cupbearer.

[ She keeps cutting without looking at Cat. ]

[Catelyn frowns.] The Boltons are our bannermen. [Don't tell her they suffered another betrayal.] Or they were.

They're monsters.

[ Her ripping takes on a decidedly more violent turn. ]

The Boltons, the Bloody Mummers, the Lannisters, they're all monsters.

[Well, that silences her for a bit. But she takes a deep breath and continues, placing her hand on Arya's head. It won't do to let this be.]

They hurt you. [It's not a question so much as it is a statement and a hope for more of a story.]

Some of them did. Weese liked to hit. The rest hurt other people.

[Her lips tighten into a thin little line. She doesn't know what to say to that or what to do with her anger- at the people who would hurt her child and at herself for being unable to protect her- so she doesn't say anything. She just leans over and kisses Arya's head.]

My brave, strong little girl.