[She wants to see them. Her real family, not the monsters from Silent Hill. She wants to see Robb and Grey Wind standing beside each other, not with the wolf's head on her brother's body. She wants to see Sansa Stark, not Lannister, not the girl they say turned into a wolf and flew away on bat-wings. She wants to see Bran climb and jump, she even wants to see Rickon.
She wants to see Jon, not the Black Bastard on the Wall, but her brother. She wants to see her lady mother and lord father the way they were before the king came to Winterfell, not water-bloated and bleached white, not hurt and injured and desperate and dying.
Nymeria can feel the way she goes tense, and turns with a questioning whine, nosing at the side of Arya's face.
Ser Gregor. Dunsen. Raff the Sweetling. Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, Queen Cersei.
Valar morghulis.]
All men must die. And I'm going to kill the ones responsible.
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She wants to see Jon, not the Black Bastard on the Wall, but her brother. She wants to see her lady mother and lord father the way they were before the king came to Winterfell, not water-bloated and bleached white, not hurt and injured and desperate and dying.
Nymeria can feel the way she goes tense, and turns with a questioning whine, nosing at the side of Arya's face.
Ser Gregor. Dunsen. Raff the Sweetling. Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, Queen Cersei.
Valar morghulis.]
All men must die. And I'm going to kill the ones responsible.