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[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Jesse is gone. Her pack is abandoning her again, and though she knows her first pack, her first family are dead and gone, she knows just as well that time and death mean nothing to the Admiral. He can show her them. He can show her all of them.

Maybe he can show her Jesse, too.]

If you know someone named Nan, or Nymeria, or Weasel or Salty or Cat or Beth or Underfoot or Arry or even Arya Stark--

[She chews on her lip, knows she's doing it and doesn't care enough to make herself stop.]

I'm here. Who can hear me?

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[therearenomenlikeme]

Arya Stark.

Exactly how many names do you have?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Enough to disappear.

I didn't want you.

[therearenomenlikeme]

Then you should have been more specific.

Still a prisoner?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Still missing a swordhand?

[therearenomenlikeme]

Still got your tongue, I see. I'm surprised someone hasn't had the foresight to cut it out of your mouth by now. I can't be the first man tempted to do so.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Everyone's smarter than you. They know they wouldn't survive it.

[therearenomenlikeme]

You're becoming more vicious the more I see of you. How proud your parents must be.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[WOW JAIME]

If you were here, I'd cut off your other hand!

[therearenomenlikeme]

[FEELINGS SLAYER]

But I'm not. So your...very potent feelings of revenge will have to go unmet.

How troubling that must be for you.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

I'm going to see you again, only I know you, and you won't recognize me.

And then I'm going to put a knife in your eye.

[therearenomenlikeme]

That hurts my feelings, Arya. Especially when my family has been nothing but hospitable to the Starks.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Got to hell, camel cunt.

Robb should have killed you.

[therearenomenlikeme]

Robb never got the chance. Or so I hear.

Do dead people write into you too? We could have an entire family reunion on our hands.

[itsgoodtobethekhal]

[Silence. Intimidating silence, as a dark, bare-chested man on a horse stares at a nameless, faceless girl]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[a faceless girl states back, because fear is the only true failing.]

Who are you?

[itsgoodtobethekhal]

[To his credit, Drogo doesn't startle when the reflection speaks back to him. He gives a low grunt, taking out his curved Dothraki blade in case the girl is a witch]

Drogo, son of Bharbo.

Who are you?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[She tilts her head to the side, eying his sword with interest. After a moment, she draws Needle, more for show than fear. Look: she's a warrior too.]

Arya. Are you Dothraki?

[itsgoodtobethekhal]

[He sees the blade...and nods. From Westeros, then, this girl-witch speaks.]

Yes.

You are from across the poison water. From the west.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

The Narrow Sea, you mean. I'm from Winterfell. Do you know Winterfell?

[itsgoodtobethekhal]

No.

Does it hold the Iron Chair?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

The Iron throne. No: that's in King's Landing. Winterfell is in the north. By the Wall.

[itsgoodtobethekhal]

Throne.

I have not heard of this Wall. My horses will pull it down, should we meet it. We will lash ropes to it and yank it down brick by brick.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

It's seven hundred feet high, and made of ice.

[itsgoodtobethekhal]

My horses are stronger than any ice.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Not seven hundred feet of it.