[She sees him move, though, like Syrio taught, and hops backward. She can't get her sword up fast enough, but at least she is quick enough to dodge. She makes a pass at him, then, and says nothing for a long moment, frowning while she thinks (it makes her think of Gendry, who always looked like it hurt to think, but she doesn't want to think of him).]
So what if it is? They'll teach me so I'll never have to run again. [And then she would run back to Westeros, to slit the throats of everyone who betrayed her pack.]
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So what if it is? They'll teach me so I'll never have to run again. [And then she would run back to Westeros, to slit the throats of everyone who betrayed her pack.]