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[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[When the video comes on, the view is skewed: if you look long enough, it may seem like you're looking at a small section of a blanket, possibly on a bed, and a fold of cloth to one sight. Up comes the camera after a moment and an in drawn breath, and the fold of cloth is one skinny leg, the blanket tucked on a bad. Only then does she turn the device around so she's visible.]

I'm-- [Arya Stark, she almost says, but she's afraid to. Last time there was Tyrion; last time there was Tywin. Better they should think she's dead. But there are people who she wants to know she's alive. She chews her lip a moment, and decides to forgo names all together.]

I'm looking for anyone from Westeros.

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[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

You slayed a king. That makes you one.

[But she goes still and cold at that. If anything, the glare deepens.]

You shut up.

[therearenomenlikeme]

Ooh. Hit a sore spot.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

You shut up! You don't even know what you're talking about!

[therearenomenlikeme]

My humblest apologies, Arya Stark. I'm afraid you're right.

Care to explain?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Her hand is resting on Needle's hilt, even though there's nothing she can do. That's the most frustrating thing.]

No.

[therearenomenlikeme]

Of course not.

Is that a sword I spy at your waist?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[She grips it tighter, defensive.]

Yes. You should be glad you're not here.

[therearenomenlikeme]

And where is here?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

A ship. [Least helpful child in the world.] Where are you?

[therearenomenlikeme]

I'm beginning to remember my distaste for you Northerners and your inability to give straight answers. Or is that a Stark trait?

A city.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Better than Lannister traits. What city?

[therearenomenlikeme]

Am I addressing the resident expert of Lannister traits? I hadn't realized.


What ship?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Now you do.

The Barge. Your turn.

[therearenomenlikeme]

The Barge. Dreadfully uninventive name.

King's Landing.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

I didn't say it had a good name.

[But. What.] When did you get there?

[therearenomenlikeme]

No, you didn't. And I doubt you had a hand in naming it.


When I came to there, from the place I'd been before. How does a man get anywhere?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

When?

[therearenomenlikeme]

Why does it matter when?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[It doesn't, really, at least not the question she's asking, but--]

Can you still use a sword?

[therearenomenlikeme]

[The smile remains, but it hardens; there's something less friendly in Jaime's gaze now]

What a question.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

That's not an answer.

[therearenomenlikeme]

I wasn't aware I owed you answers.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Your family owes mine everything.

[therearenomenlikeme]

Then it's good fortune our home is Casterly Rock.

How much gold measures the life of a Stark?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

More than there is in all of Westeros.