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He
sounded
so
tired
that
it
made
Arya
sad
.
"
I
do
n't
hate
Sansa
,
"
she
told
him
.
"
Not
truly
.
"
It
was
only
half
a
lie
.
"
I
do
not
mean
to
frighten
you
,
but
neither
will
I
lie
to
you
.
We
have
come
to
a
dark
dangerous
place
,
child
.
This
is
not
Winterfell
.
We
have
enemies
who
mean
us
ill
.
We
can
not
fight
a
war
among
ourselves
.
This
willfulness
of
yours
,
the
running
off
,
the
angry
words
,
the
disobedience
...
at
home
,
these
were
only
the
summer
games
of
a
child
.
Here
and
now
,
with
winter
soon
upon
us
,
that
is
a
different
matter
.
It
is
time
to
begin
growing
up
.
"
"
I
will
,
"
Arya
vowed
.
She
had
never
loved
him
so
much
as
she
did
in
that
instant
.
"
I
can
be
strong
too
.
I
can
be
as
strong
as
Robb
.
"
He
held
Needle
out
to
her
,
hilt
first
.
"
Here
.
"
She
looked
at
the
sword
with
wonder
in
her
eyes
.
For
a
moment
she
was
afraid
to
touch
it
,
afraid
that
if
she
reached
for
it
it
would
be
snatched
away
again
,
but
then
her
father
said
,
"
Go
on
,
it
's
yours
,
"
and
she
took
it
in
her
hand
.
"
I
can
keep
it
?
"
she
said
.
"
For
true
?
"
"
For
true
.
"
He
smiled
.
"
If
I
took
it
away
,
no
doubt
I
'd
find
a
morningstar
hidden
under
your
pillow
within
the
fortnight
.
Try
not
to
stab
your
sister
,
whatever
the
provocation
.
"
"
I
wo
n't
.
I
promise
.
"
Arya
clutched
Needle
tightly
to
her
chest
as
her
father
took
his
leave
.
The
next
morning
,
as
they
broke
their
fast
,
she
apologized
to
Septa
Mordane
and
asked
for
her
pardon
.
The
septa
peered
at
her
suspiciously
,
but
Father
nodded
.
