Growing up at Winterfell, all I ever wanted was to escape, to come here, to the capital. To see the southern knights and their painted armor, King’s Landing after dark, all the candles burning in all those windows.
“Knights die in battle,” Catelyn reminded her.
Brienne looked at her with those blue and beautiful eyes. “As ladies die in childbed. No one sings songs about them.”
“Children are a battle of a different sort,” Catelyn started across the yard. “A battle without banners or war horns, but no less fierce.”
The Disillusionment of Arya Stark
#this is the exact moment that marked Arya’s disillusionment #when she asked the god for mercy back in king’s landing #all she got was her father’s head on the steps of Baelor #when prayed for home #she became a hostage instead #when she prayed for justice #she got injustice #the same smiling girl who gave ned stark flowers on the king’s road #is now actively praying for another person to die #and when the gods failed her #like every other person in her life #she decided to take matters into her own hands#she had every intention to kill the hound #and this is different from the stable boy that she killed #that was self defense #this was attempted murder #what good did praying to the gods ever do to her #nothing #there is only one god #and his name is DEATH
All it would take was a shove, she told herself. He was standing right there, right there, smirking at her with those fat wormlips. You could do it, she told herself. You could. Do it right now. It wouldn’t even matter if she went over with him. It wouldn’t matter at all.