never thought you would be walking back towards the Wall with a bunch of
Wildlings by your side. But you did find comfort in talking with Tormund, he
was always by your side and Jon Snow right behind you.
cleaned up well, you looked like an ugly little boy when I first saw you,”
FUCK THIS STUPID FUCKING BOOK FUCK THESE CHARACTERS MAKING ME FEEL THESE FUCKING EMOTIONS WITH THEIR NONEXISTENT ASSES THEY KEEP DYING OR GETTING KIDNAPPED OR BREAKING DOWN AND THEN THE FUCKING BOOK ENDS ON A FUCKING CLIFFHANGER AND I HAVE TO WAIT A FUCKING YEAR TO GET WRAPPED UP IN THIS SHIT AGAIN MOTHERFUCK
They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. They’ve never seen a battle, they’ve never seen a man die, they know nothing. Their dreams were full of songs and stories, the way hers had been before Joffrey cut her fathers head off. Sansa pitied them. Sansa envied them.