[ You're lucky to have friends, she wants to shout. Honestly, she wants to shout, period, whether it's at this girl or even just at the cave walls. Arya doesn't, though, because simple rage is no match for years of paranoia.
This woman is lucky she got a chance to mourn at all, Arya thinks. She is tame, and the unfairness of it all pisses her off. She probably has a home somewhere, a name, but in addition to that she's got the worst attitude Arya has ever seen.
The suggestion hits Arya right in the core, and she steps back, still glaring. She slowly removes the sword from Emily's ribs, tearing the other girl's clothes as she goes. When Arya speaks next, she's disturbingly quiet. ]
I already have.
[ It's the closest she's ever come to confessing those murders. ]
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This woman is lucky she got a chance to mourn at all, Arya thinks. She is tame, and the unfairness of it all pisses her off. She probably has a home somewhere, a name, but in addition to that she's got the worst attitude Arya has ever seen.
The suggestion hits Arya right in the core, and she steps back, still glaring. She slowly removes the sword from Emily's ribs, tearing the other girl's clothes as she goes. When Arya speaks next, she's disturbingly quiet. ]
I already have.
[ It's the closest she's ever come to confessing those murders. ]