[ That's Sansa's voice. Sansa's tears, Sansa's face. She looks so much older than Arya remembered, like she's got a thousand more cares ever since Arya had to run from King's Landing. And that would make sense -- Sansa had lost her father too, that day.
Arya doesn't move at first, not until Sansa asks her question. Then, Arya shakes her head. She's not properly real because she isn't a proper person, but how does she say that? Sansa is supposed to be a stranger. It'd be easier if Sansa were a stranger. ]
I'm not --
[ Arya can barely get out the words. There's so much guilt, so much fear there. ]
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Arya doesn't move at first, not until Sansa asks her question. Then, Arya shakes her head. She's not properly real because she isn't a proper person, but how does she say that? Sansa is supposed to be a stranger. It'd be easier if Sansa were a stranger. ]
I'm not --
[ Arya can barely get out the words. There's so much guilt, so much fear there. ]
-- Arya isn't --
[ Arya hangs her head, and chokes: ]
She's gone.