“Is there gold hidden in the village?” she shouted as she drove the blade up through his back. “Is there silver? Gems?” She stabbed twice more. “Is there food? Where is Lord Beric?” She was on top of him by then, still stabbing. “Where did he go? How many men were with him? How many knights? How many bowmen? How many, how many, how many, how many, how many, how many? is there gold in the village?”
Her hands were red and sticky when Sandor dragged her off him. “Enough,” was all he said.
“Who are you?” he would ask her every day. “No one,” she would answer…but not for true, not in her heart of hearts. In there she was Arya of Winterfell, the daughter of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn, who had once had brothers named Robb and Bran and Rickon, a sister named Sansa, a direwolf called Nymeria, a half brother named Jon Snow. In there she was someone…
Maisie Williams at the ‘Game Of Thrones Season 3’ Press Conference
” […] and Sansa… Sansa is your sister. You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through borth your hearts. You need her, as she needs you.”
