[ I just wish I could have been the last thing he'd seen before he died, she says, and Sansa is gripped by an empathy so fierce she nearly hurts with it, the understanding for such a sentiment present still, even when she's watched her former husband die twice, known that he knew it was her, it was all her, and then turned her back and walked away. ]
If he knew you'd sent the man, that's almost as good as. He knew it was you who arranged his death. That you got away. That's what matters.
[ her voice is quiet, and yet carries a knife-sharp edge, something dark and angry even after all these months. she understands.
at the question, she breathes a humourless laugh. ] A bastard trying to claim the right to my home by marrying me. My uncle by marriage forced me to agree.
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[ I just wish I could have been the last thing he'd seen before he died, she says, and Sansa is gripped by an empathy so fierce she nearly hurts with it, the understanding for such a sentiment present still, even when she's watched her former husband die twice, known that he knew it was her, it was all her, and then turned her back and walked away. ]
If he knew you'd sent the man, that's almost as good as. He knew it was you who arranged his death. That you got away. That's what matters.
[ her voice is quiet, and yet carries a knife-sharp edge, something dark and angry even after all these months. she understands.
at the question, she breathes a humourless laugh. ] A bastard trying to claim the right to my home by marrying me. My uncle by marriage forced me to agree.