I wake everyday thinking that. [He doubted the shock would wear off any time soon. Speaking to him of future events was surreal and unnerving all at once. All of this seemed closer to a dream than reality.] It's not a dream.
[He doesn't know if he should be glad or ashamed that she remembers what happened to Rickon. It was his fault.]
[ it wasn't, it wasn't. she won't blame him for Rickon's death — she can't. ]
It was all Ramsay. Don't take the blame for something he did... it wasn't you who killed Rickon. He was dead the moment Ramsay caught him. Even if he had made it to you... he wouldn't have survived the battle. You may not have survived, trying to protect him. I could have lost both of you.
[He dismissed her then because she provided no answers, nothing that seemed substantial. Or maybe he didn't believe his younger sister understood how strategy worked. It was his mistake for not listening and his mistake for charging ahead.
He would always carry that guilt.]
It was because of you we won and that I did survive. I wish you had told me about Littlefinger's offer. I can't say I would have been glad for his help, but we needed the men.
[ she cannot tell him no, because she knows he is right — but just as he should have listened to her, so should she have explained better, been more honest. she had not done all she could to make sure he knew just how horrible Ramsay truly was... that was her fault.
she says nothing until the question comes; when it does, her eyes widen and she reaches for his hand. ]
Yes. Jon, of course I do. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the men of the Vale... I should have told you.
[He shook his head. He wouldn't let her feel guilt over that. He wasn't sure if he would have listened or accepted Baelish's help, even if it was offered. She had done what she thought was best and it was because of her judgement that they prevailed.
It didn't change the sting of it, but it was fair, given how little he trusted her before too. They could change that, at least.]
It doesn't matter now. I just want us to trust each other here. This is all we have and we need to stay together. We are stronger that way.
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[He doesn't know if he should be glad or ashamed that she remembers what happened to Rickon. It was his fault.]
I'm sorry.
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[ it wasn't, it wasn't. she won't blame him for Rickon's death — she can't. ]
It was all Ramsay. Don't take the blame for something he did... it wasn't you who killed Rickon. He was dead the moment Ramsay caught him. Even if he had made it to you... he wouldn't have survived the battle. You may not have survived, trying to protect him. I could have lost both of you.
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[He dismissed her then because she provided no answers, nothing that seemed substantial. Or maybe he didn't believe his younger sister understood how strategy worked. It was his mistake for not listening and his mistake for charging ahead.
He would always carry that guilt.]
It was because of you we won and that I did survive. I wish you had told me about Littlefinger's offer. I can't say I would have been glad for his help, but we needed the men.
[It didn't matter now.]
Do you trust me, Sansa?
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she says nothing until the question comes; when it does, her eyes widen and she reaches for his hand. ]
Yes. Jon, of course I do. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the men of the Vale... I should have told you.
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It didn't change the sting of it, but it was fair, given how little he trusted her before too. They could change that, at least.]
It doesn't matter now. I just want us to trust each other here. This is all we have and we need to stay together. We are stronger that way.
What was it father used to say? About the pack?