remember me as a time of day

daddy come back to me now / i would beat them away / i would pull you out / i would wash every cinder from your eyes / and with silver and gold, i would adorn you

Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths. So if you must hate, Arya, hate those who truly do us harm. […] Sansa is your sister. You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you.
Guard: Off with you. No begging.Arya: I’m not a beggar, I live here.Guard: Do you want a smack on your ear to help you with your hearing? Arya: I want to see my father.Guard: You want your father, boy? He’s lying on the floor of some tavern, getting pissed on by his friends.Arya: My father is Hand of the King. I’m not a boy, I’m Arya Stark of Winterfell and if you lay a hand on me, my father will have both your heads on spikes. Now are you going to let me by or do I have to smack you on the ear to help with your hearing?

“We had to throw rocks,” she said miserably. “I told her to run, to go be free, that I didn’t want her anymore. There were other wolves for her to play with, we heard them howling, and Jory said the woods were full of game, so she’d have deer to hunt. Only she kept following, and finally we had to throw rocks. I hit her twice. She whined and looked at me and I felt so ‘shamed, but it was right, wasn’t it? The queen would have killed her…”

I’m going to miss you.