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ᴇᴄʜᴏᴇs ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʟᴏɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀɢʀᴏᴡɴ
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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!
[ 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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I was downright terrified.
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Aryaaaa!
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Quiet, obnoxious Zelos Wilder. Those sounds hurt her.
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Umpfh! Hey!
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So cruel..!
[But he'll scoot down into the bed to make himself more comfortable]
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I'm not cruel.
[ She turns over on her side. She runs through her prayer once, naming the Hound first. Valar morghulis, she thinks. ]
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[He'll make himself comfortable, seeing that she's fading fast]
Night, my little wolf.
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And then morning comes and with the first ridiculously loud "Good morning!" Arya rethinks her life and her choices because Zelos first thing in the morning would make a saint want to walk out a window.]