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ᴇᴄʜᴏᴇs ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʟᴏɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀɢʀᴏᴡɴ
Room Filter;
[ 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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[ Shank the bitch when no one's looking? ]Can't you stop believing?
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One day B|]That only does so much. We can make him invisible to everyone else, but that's about as much as we can.
...That said, maybe his own nightmares got rid of him for good, this time.
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[ if that doesn't kill him, nothing will. ]