[Mercy? Vin's eyebrows shoot nearly through her hairline. Mercy? Of all the names she could put on Arya, of all the titles - Mercy? All the way at the bottom of the list.]
You are not Mercy. [She says this firmly, with utter certainty. There is no way that this could be the truth. Vin knows about truth and lies, and she knows that she can be tricked, but she could not have been tricked this badly.]
[Arya is not Mercy, but Vengeance.]
There's no Gate here. You're on the Barge. And no one's going to tan you. I told you, I'll kill them.
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You are not Mercy. [She says this firmly, with utter certainty. There is no way that this could be the truth. Vin knows about truth and lies, and she knows that she can be tricked, but she could not have been tricked this badly.]
[Arya is not Mercy, but Vengeance.]
There's no Gate here. You're on the Barge. And no one's going to tan you. I told you, I'll kill them.