[ she's resigned to how this must go. ] And we'll only know what he wants to do if we keep an eye on him. It's the mistake Jon and I did last time... pretending he wasn't here. I'll not make the same mistake twice.
They might have missed a lot. [ like the fact that he already died once. then again, it's not like he can go to them and talk about that without the fact coming up that he's overwhelmingly not dead now. ]
But it's — it won't be easy. Ramsay's not stupid. He's playing a game, now, which means he's more careful than ever.
It depends on what kind of a threat it is. He saw his half-brother, the legitimate brother as a threat, so he killed his father, step-mother and his newly born brother. If the threat is to what he most wants, he'll get rid of the threat.
But he likes playing with people more than simply killing them. If it's a threat he thinks he can still use, he'll try to do something else. Threats, blackmail. Pretense. He might play at having lost until he can turn the situation around.
He only kills when it benefits him, or if that's the result of the game he's playing at the time. [ she breathes out. ] He kept my little brother as a hostage. Before Jon and I took an army to his doorstep and challenged him, before the battle, he let Rickon go, to try and run across the field. He shot arrows at him — a game to see whether he could hit him before he made it to Jon, before he was too far away for the arrows to reach.
[ By wants to ask whether he succeeded, out of sheer morbid curiosity - but no. If the answer is no, it doesn't reduce the man's brutality in the least. And if the answer is yes, then Sansa oughtn't have to say that word aloud. ]
He hasn't moved against you, though. Not directly. Now or before. Why?
[ she realizes how strange this sounds, and so hastens to clarify, ] I'm his wife. He wants to own me, not kill me. Hurting me when I can walk away from him isn't winning, not to him.
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[ she's resigned to how this must go. ] And we'll only know what he wants to do if we keep an eye on him. It's the mistake Jon and I did last time... pretending he wasn't here. I'll not make the same mistake twice.
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[ He hesitates, then says delicately: ]
There are, of course, other potential courses of action. Rather than waiting passively.
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asks: ]
What do you mean?
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There are means of - potentially - demonstrating to the authorities that someone is a danger. Though evidence that the authorities might have missed.
[ Come on, Sansa. Let's frame him for a crime he didn't commit. ]
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They might have missed a lot. [ like the fact that he already died once. then again, it's not like he can go to them and talk about that without the fact coming up that he's overwhelmingly not dead now. ]
But it's — it won't be easy. Ramsay's not stupid. He's playing a game, now, which means he's more careful than ever.
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But he likes playing with people more than simply killing them. If it's a threat he thinks he can still use, he'll try to do something else. Threats, blackmail. Pretense. He might play at having lost until he can turn the situation around.
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[ she may hate Ramsay, but she knows him. ]
He's a master in the game he plays.
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He only kills when it benefits him, or if that's the result of the game he's playing at the time. [ she breathes out. ] He kept my little brother as a hostage. Before Jon and I took an army to his doorstep and challenged him, before the battle, he let Rickon go, to try and run across the field. He shot arrows at him — a game to see whether he could hit him before he made it to Jon, before he was too far away for the arrows to reach.
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He hasn't moved against you, though. Not directly. Now or before. Why?
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[ she realizes how strange this sounds, and so hastens to clarify, ] I'm his wife. He wants to own me, not kill me. Hurting me when I can walk away from him isn't winning, not to him.
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I've known the type.
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[ to have known anyone like Ramsay is a tragedy in and of itself. ]
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