[She says nothing at first, looking up at the redhead instead. She doesn't look much like Sansa, but the color of her hair is right. Arya remembers, distantly, the way Sansa used to make fun of her stitching, and call her ugly, and stupid, and horsefaced. She hated her sister then.
She tries to imagine her marrying the Imp, and can't.
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She tries to imagine her marrying the Imp, and can't.
Finally, Arya nods, starting off after Nymeria.]
You too.
[She'll remember the girl who screams, though.]