Bran, of course, has not returned. She knows better than to ask her little brother what end he met.
She changes the subject. “Do you remember Father?” She gestures toward Ned’s statue. “And Mother? How Father would tell us about the Starks of old, and he’d even bring us down here…and how Mother would braid daisy crowns with us and sing to us?”
He shook his head. “They’re just made of stone.”
“Maybe one day you’ll remember.” Sansa does not weep, for she has done far too much of that. She sits in the dark with her little brother, the last two Starks. All they have is each other, and that is really all that they need.
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FILL: The last two Starks, Part two
Date: 2012-03-13 01:44 am (UTC)She changes the subject. “Do you remember Father?” She gestures toward Ned’s statue. “And Mother? How Father would tell us about the Starks of old, and he’d even bring us down here…and how Mother would braid daisy crowns with us and sing to us?”
He shook his head. “They’re just made of stone.”
“Maybe one day you’ll remember.” Sansa does not weep, for she has done far too much of that. She sits in the dark with her little brother, the last two Starks. All they have is each other, and that is really all that they need.