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Arya is alive ?
That suits you... Lady Stark
Our stories are not over yet.
We both wanted to be other people when we were younger. You wanted to be a queen. To sit next to a handsome young king on the Iron Throne. I wanted to be a knight, to pick up a sword like father and go off to battle. Neither of us got to be the other person, did we ? The world doesn't just let girls decide what they are going to be.
You're the strongest person I know.
“In Sansa's dreams, her children looked just like the brothers she had lost. Sometimes there was even a girl who looked like Arya.”
“Sansa had the grace to blush. She blushed prettily. She did everything prettily, Arya thought with dull resentment.”
“Her father sometimes let them have a cup of beer, she remembered. Sansa used to make a face at the taste and say that wine was ever so much finer, but Arya had liked it well enough. It made her sad to think of Sansa and her father.”
“She had dreamt that she was little, still sharing a bedchamber with her sister Arya.”
“Robb had melting snowflakes in his hair when he hugged me, and the snowball Arya tried to make kept coming apart in her hands. It hurt to remember how happy she had been that morning.”
“She remembered a summer's snow in Winterfell when Arya and Bran had ambushed her as she emerged from the keep one morning. They'd each had a dozen snowballs to hand, and she'd had none. Bran had been perched on the roof of the covered bridge, out of reach, but Sansa had chased Arya through the stables and around the kitchen until both of them were breathless. She might even have caught her, but she's slipped on some ice. Her sister came back to see if she was hurt. When she said she wasn't, Arya hit her in the face with another snowball, but Sansa grabbed her leg and pulled her down and was rubbing snow in her hair when Jory came along and pulled them apart, laughing.”