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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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[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.

[therearenomenlikeme]

I can't help but feel there may be some bias in your estimation.

But since I'm not much of a banker, you'll have to take your claim of repayment up with the small council.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Fuck your small council. And fuck you king. Your son can't give me anything.

[therearenomenlikeme]

It might have escaped your notice, but I believe I might have heard here or there that when one takes an oath to enter the Kingsguard, vows of celibacy are usually spoken.

Hard to see where children would come into the mix.