[You're Arya, she hears, and she thinks, clearly and unarguably, yes.
All the same, she goes still. She wears Mercy's face, poor Mercy's confused face. Fuss and feathers.]
My name is Mercy. [It's not entirely a lie, she has been Mercy for some time now. What does a name mean, if you know who you are beneath?
(She is supposed to be no one, beneath. She only learned how to lie better.)]
Well, it's Mercedene, but people only ever call me Mercy. Mercy, Mercy, Mercy. [She sings it, a little. Mercy is a silly girl.
Vin is not a silly girl. She knows that. Remembers glass daggers. That's not one of Mercy's memories.]
I went back to my room, I wasn't long. Only, Izembaro, he told us to see to the lords. I was going to be back in time for my part, but - how do I reach the Gate? Izembaro will tan me if I miss my cue.
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All the same, she goes still. She wears Mercy's face, poor Mercy's confused face. Fuss and feathers.]
My name is Mercy. [It's not entirely a lie, she has been Mercy for some time now. What does a name mean, if you know who you are beneath?
(She is supposed to be no one, beneath. She only learned how to lie better.)]
Well, it's Mercedene, but people only ever call me Mercy. Mercy, Mercy, Mercy. [She sings it, a little. Mercy is a silly girl.
Vin is not a silly girl. She knows that. Remembers glass daggers. That's not one of Mercy's memories.]
I went back to my room, I wasn't long. Only, Izembaro, he told us to see to the lords. I was going to be back in time for my part, but - how do I reach the Gate? Izembaro will tan me if I miss my cue.