[ words fall from the tip of his tongue into a pile of jagged thoughts and confusion. there are many times when arya says things that he doesn't quite understand, he figures she'll be doing that for the rest of her life, and this time isn't any different. expect that it is, expect that something in the way she speaks shakes him to his core.
no one? what in the seven hells does that even mean?
he thinks he knows but at the same time he doesn't. she always speaks in riddles, with some sort of hidden meaning in her words. gendry hates it. he shifts to face her fully, brow pulled together in a tightly knit frown. ]
What are you talking about? [ as gentle as he tried to be the confusion bleeds into his voice, a desperate tone that is begging her not to be saying what he thinks she is saying. ] You can't be no one.
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no one? what in the seven hells does that even mean?
he thinks he knows but at the same time he doesn't. she always speaks in riddles, with some sort of hidden meaning in her words. gendry hates it. he shifts to face her fully, brow pulled together in a tightly knit frown. ]
What are you talking about? [ as gentle as he tried to be the confusion bleeds into his voice, a desperate tone that is begging her not to be saying what he thinks she is saying. ] You can't be no one.
I don't want you to be no one.