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A girl remembers she was here before. She remembers people called her Cat, and knew she sold cockles and clams in Braavos. But that girl is gone. She belongs on canals in the Ragman's Harbor, not here. A girl doesn't belong here either. She wants to leave. She won't answer to Cat any longer.

[She doesn't mention Arya Stark; why talk about some dead girl?]

Her warden calls her Jeyne now. Jesse calls her Shadowcat. But she has no true name, and she never will. Even when she's older.

[And that, ladies and gents, is how Arya deals with having been an adult for a few days. Apparently.]

[Private to Jesse]

A girl will punch you again.

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[ It's the supervillain life style, man. ]

[ Megamind looks at her from where he sits, quiet and a bit sad. No, he supposes it isn't for her. She's not like him and his world isn't like this. It's a sobering thought-- that she might encounter truly bad people, and that before she's in the double digits, seen a whole decade on the earth, she kills them. ]

[ It hurts. He doesn't really know how to explain why it does-- that's more self-reflection than Megamind wants to endure-- but in the end, he just nods quietly. ]

No, I suppose it's not.

Promise still stands, though. Hurt only if you must. If you can find away to escape, take it. Don't go looking for fights. Stay safe. Live to grow up. The last of one's kind shouldn't die before one's even managed to kiss a boy or-- any of that humans stuff that you do, do you understand?

A girl doesn't decide who lives and who dies. [She remembers her lessons well, and sits a little straighter at the remembering.] Only He of Many Faces can do that.

[But her nose wrinkles a little because ew, Megamind, why would she kiss a boy. That's just crazy talk. She's never marrying, she's going to get strong and become Faceless and see that He of Many Faces decides Cersei must die, and Ser Gregor, and Ser Meryn, and Dunsen, and Raff the sweetling, and Ser Ilyn. And then she'll...never marry. She doesn't know what comes after that.]

A girl doesn't intend to die.

He Of...okay, I'm guessing you're getting religious on me me there. [ Welp, he's-- never really gotten that. He's got his own private fantasy - that people go to evil heaven or good heaven and so on - but nothing that structured. ]

Good. That's a good start. The man's pretty resigned to it, but-- you know, it's not so bad. I had thirty years more than the rest of my world did, right?

The Many-Faced God, [she says, nodding.] The god of death. [The only god, or the only one that mattered. She wonders if the old gods are angry at her for abandoning them - but then she decides she doesn't care. They abandoned her first.]

What happened to a man's world?

Everything dies. Even stars. You know the sun, right? Your world has one, I wager. I mean, every planet has one. It gives that plnet energy and life and heat and a place to be. Well, when one of those dies-- it takes everything it supported out with it...

[ He's already reaching for one of his many pads of paper and pencils, drawing the star system of his old home. ]

The sun at the center holds everything in it's place. When it collapses, it rips a wound in space- [ and he scribbles out the sun, making it a black, ugly dot. ] So planets, like these, fall into it.

There's-- no coming out of that though. They're ripped asunder by forces magnitudes beyond human comprehension. Beyond even my comprehension.

But you can escape, if you're lucky. My parents sent me away, in a little ship that took me far from that planet as it was dying, to another world, with lots of people like you! [ And now a nice little doodle of the Solar system. ] and that's where I grew and lived.

[She leans forward to watch him draw, and doesn't try to stop the frown on her face deepen. All men can die - this she knows, valar morghulis - and it makes sense, she supposes, that other things can die, like animals - but stars? Her brow furrows as he scribbles out the sun, draws other planets, and that, she thinks, would be very frightening. You can't fight the death of a sun. Stardeath must be the Many-Faced God's last act.]

Alone.

Not... quite! They sent Minion with me, so he would take care of me. And he did for a while. A long time, really. Long enough for anybody to get tired of it, I guess.

[ He left, and Megamind's heart hurts a little more for entirely different reasons. But he shrugs, flippantly clinging to the shallow end of emotional depth, trying to ignore the undertow that threatened to pull him into deeper waters. ]

But everybody is alone eventually, right?

[She doesn't ask where Minion is; he isn't here now, so she thinks he must have left Megamind, too. She nods solemnly, and tells herself not to think of Sansa Lannister, or of Robb with his head off, or Bran and Rickon flayed. It's hard.]

Yes. Everyone winds up that way.

[ Well, they're just bundles of abandonment issues, aren't they. ]

Yes, I suppose they do.

But we're now in the same boat-- literally.

[SO MANY ISSUES.]

Still alone. A man is the only Blue Man, and a girl is the only Faceless Man.

[ They need a support group. Maybe group crafts... that don't involve weaponry. ]

Yeah, basically.

[ Still a flippant jerk, too. ]

Anyway. You get me something harder, I'll make you a better one. Metal, wood, plastic. Metal is best, and will take time to shape, but I can do it.

[So basically it won't happen :C She shrugs, because she's as unwillling to dive into emotions as he is.]

A girl will look. Next time, she wants to help make it.

Deal. [ He unfolds himself frmo his seat, and gets up off the floor, stretching out. It's then that he remembers Nymeria-- who has been so quiet and good that Megamind .... sort of forgot about her in the whole drawing and shivving and all that. ]

Does the wolf have a name?

[ Please don't let it be 'face eater mcgee' or something. ]

[She's very tempted to say the Night Wolf, but she holds that back. It's their name.] Direwolf, [she corrects, and stands; Nymeria does too, stretching and sniffing in Angus' direction - but the smell loses her interest, and she paces toward the door. Things smell strange in here, and she's ready to leave. Arya considers, for just a moment, then she nods.]

Her name is Nymeria.

That's pretty. Like a Queen, or a-- warrior-princess or something. [ Megamind has an ear for the dramatic. ]

[ He smiles, and steps carefully around them both to see the door open for them. ]

[Well that's unexpected, and she looks up at him, trying to hide her excitement.]

Nymeria was a warrior queen of the Rhoyne. A girl named her direwolf for her.

You'll have to tell me about her, later! Especially if she was smart and clever. [ Because if seh was a brute, she'll be boring. But women can't often be successful and simply be brutes. They have to be cunning, crafty... ]

[Again, she hesitates; she was never a good story tell, she always wanted to jump to the action and ignore the detail - but she nods, after a moment.] A girl will.

[ Megamind seems pleased; he's pretty sure it'll be a tale of stirring heroism or something, but he likes those stories well enough. After all, a good villain is what makes those stories awesome, isn't it? ]

Alright. Stay safe.

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