Okay I saw a post just now…the OP basically said how good old Sandra can never hurt Arya even if she gets attacked by the said sister….WOW! JUST WOW!!! Yeah go ahead and ignore her “ I have 100 men who are ready to kill for me” or something like that….ignore her convo with LF about how Brienne will protect Arya and then her sending Brienne away to KL. Oh and there was a line in the post that implied that Sandra lied about the Mycah incident to protect both Arya and Joff…REALLY?! AFTER ALL THESE YEARS WE STILL HAVE TO HEAR THAT SANDRA LIED TO PROTECT HER SISTER??? Oh and the horrible traumas Sandra went thru!! YEAH SURE IGNORE THAT A 9 YEAR OLD GIRL HAD TO BE ON THE RUN EVER SINCE HER FATHER WAS CAPTURED, THAT SHE HAD TO TRAVEL WITH MURDERERS, RAPISTS AND THIEVES, THAT SHE HAD BEEN THREATHENED WITH RAPE SEVERAL TIMES, HAD TO STARVE, EAT WORMS, WATCH MEN GETTING TORN BY RATS, SERVE AS THE ENEMY’S CUPBEARER, WATCH HER BROTHER’S MUTILATED CORPSE BEING PARADED AROUND, HAD TO LIE ABOUT HER IDENTITY SO MANY TIMES TO START DOUBTING HERSELF, HAD TO BE CONSTANTLY ON GUARD COZ 1 WRONG MOVE COULD HAVE MEANT HER DEATH!!! Do people even hear themselves when they talk anymore? GOD!
to you or me he may not be; he may be all sunshine smiles and corngold hair and the biggest eyes this side of the galaxy, but imagine you’re Dagger (stormtroopers don’t get proper names), firing at a boy, only the bolts never hit. They sing to the side. You think that there’s something wrong with your blaster, maybe, but none of your friends can hit him either. Finest shots in the Empire, you are, but you can’t hit this boy. And he cuts you down. He wields a weapon whose name you’ve never learned and he cuts you down into smoking bloodless bodies and your friends die before you – only he leaves you. Knocks you out with a blow of the Force – and isn’t that a nightmare of its own, unseen hands blotting out your thoughts – leaves you there in the cooling blood of your squadmates.
Imagine that you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a dancer for the Hutt and you hate it, of course you do, but it is a living, a living, and this boy comes in, fresh-faced and young and he says surrender or be destroyed only he and you both know that the Hutt do not and never have surrendered and when he says destroy there’s this grin on his lips, thin and sharp, and he’s kind, of course he is, but –
so you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a native of tattooine and like many of your specis you are force-touched and you were a girl, once, a very little girl, and your mother told you tales of krayt dragons who slumbered beneath the sands and gentled their young to their pearl-heavy breasts. krayt dragons are tender mothers, she had said, and it was meant to teach you something of the duality of nature, or to fear those with young to protect, or something; but all you can think is this boy, how he smiles as kind as your mother did, once, but you’re convinced that if you were to cut him down the middle you would find dragon-pearls in his ribs and fire instead of a heart
the boy cuts downs jabba’s goons like they are nothing, nothing, and afterwards, afterwards, you sense his sorrow. and somehow that makes it worse.
because you say, later, to your mother’s ghost (maybe) or to the desert, he knows that killing people is hard and that weighs on him and he does it anyway and –
and, you say, it isn’t as simple as: he makes the hard choices. he knew the hutt would fight. he wanted to burn them down, oh he did, and that sister of his –