6.09 // 7.06
They’re beautiful, aren’t they?
Old v. New Generation
They were here together, the children of the forest and the First Men. They fought together against their common enemy. Despite their differences, despite their suspicions. Together. We need to do the same if we’re going to survive.
The Spoils of War
As they left, she turned to Sansa. “Another lesson you should learn, if you hope to sit beside my son. Be gentle on a night like this and you’ll have treasons popping up all about you like mushrooms after a hard rain. The only way to keep your people loyal is to make certain they fear you more than they do the enemy.“ "I will remember, Your Grace,” said Sansa, though she had always heard that love was a surer route to the people’s loyalty than fear. If I am ever a queen, I’ll make them love me. — Sansa VI, A Storm of Swords
Arya staring at littlefinger from the dark:
Arya: You’ll betray Jon… So they can give you what you really want… You’re thinking it right now… You can’t help it.
Sansa:
Sansa just wanted to get the band back together so they could rule Winterfell in matching Stark sweaters and all she’s gotten is undead brood boy, robot Raven boy and stabby mcmurder.
“I know where she is.“
“Yes. Not a very pleasant one.“ “Mine neither.“