a mind forever voyaging.

I swore to your mother I would bring you home to her. (4.10 / 6.01)

It was intentional that we would begin the episode with the loss of one Stark sword and what Tywin thinks is the death of the Stark line and legacy and end it with finding another Stark sword and kind of implied rebirth of that Stark ability to act in the world through Arya. - D.B. Weiss [x]

Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile.

save me, brother

“Her tears streamed down her face, blinding her. And then a hand shot out of the press and closed round her arm like a wolf trap. Arya was wrenched off her feet. She would have fallen if he hadn’t held her up, as easy as if she were a doll. A face pressed close to hers, long black hair and tangled beard and rotten teeth. ‘Don’t look!’ a thick voice snarled at her. ‘I… I…’ Arya sobbed. ‘Shut your mouth and close your eyes.’ Dimly, as if from far away, she heard a… a noise… a soft sighing sound, as if a million people had let out their breath at once…” 

“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.