[ the hound hadn't cared for her silence. she thinks he may have preferred it. there was less fighting then. arya hadn't had anything to say, anyway. all she had wanted then was her mother, but her mother was dead. and she had been tired, so tired, of wanting and getting nothing.
on the tranquility, death means little. arya has often wondered what the kindly man and the waif would make of the ship. but in westeros it means little too. lord beric dondarrion had evaded death six times. then there was gendry telling her her mother had done it too. arya hunches under her towels. the hound was wrong. they could have found her mother. it's her curse: to never be where she wants to be, to miss her family by a day or a mile.
then there's gendry. stupid, stubborn gendry whom she loathes when she's stuck with him and hates more when he isn't for how keenly she misses him. ]
Shouldn't you be glad of it? [ her answer is toneless. it adopts a bitter edge when she adds: ] You were always calling me a stupid lady.
[ arya skirts around the topic of her mother. that hurt is still too raw. ]
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on the tranquility, death means little. arya has often wondered what the kindly man and the waif would make of the ship. but in westeros it means little too. lord beric dondarrion had evaded death six times. then there was gendry telling her her mother had done it too. arya hunches under her towels. the hound was wrong. they could have found her mother. it's her curse: to never be where she wants to be, to miss her family by a day or a mile.
then there's gendry. stupid, stubborn gendry whom she loathes when she's stuck with him and hates more when he isn't for how keenly she misses him. ]
Shouldn't you be glad of it? [ her answer is toneless. it adopts a bitter edge when she adds: ] You were always calling me a stupid lady.
[ arya skirts around the topic of her mother. that hurt is still too raw. ]