I can't believe you did this (Jon and Sansa)
“I can’t believe you did this.”
They are not the words Jon imagined he might say to Sansa when he finally saw her again after being apart for so long; but they’re the first to tumble from his lips all the same when he sees her standing there in her solar, her nightdress tied tightly around her middle, Arya’s dagger in her hands and Littlefinger lying lifeless on the ground before her at her feet.
If Sansa is taken aback by Jon’s bluntness she shows no sign of it; she only sets the knife down on her desk, as gently as though it were wrought from porcelain, rather than steel.
“It could not be helped,” she says, her eyes steely, determined as they bore into his. All at once a feeling of devotion to this bold, brave girl – to his Sansa; a woman who has the courage to do what needs to be done, always, even when others do not – rises up in Jon, and it is a sensation so fierce, so overpowering it threatens to overtake him.
He stumbles back a step until the backs of his knees hit the edge of her chair and he sits, closing his eyes a moment to gather his wits.
“You need to help me dispose of him, Jon. Please?”
He will do it, he knows he will do it, just as he knows he will always do anything she asks of him.
