[ More and more he keeps jerking the rug from beneath her with little tugs, eternally causing a stumble. Tyrion...? So that's where The Imp ran off to. Perhaps she should not be surprised. If he still lives, then Sansa is still trapped in her first marriage.
That's still less troubling that what nonsense Jon mentioned of her second marriage, and she does her best to brush those confusing fears aside. It's...horrifying to think of her future as one that participates in open revolt against Cersei. Whatever happened to working from the shadows with Petyr? Whatever happened to all their plans?
These new plans are...not something she could have prepared for, and she picks at invisible linen on her skirt while her thoughts tumble over one another. ]
...I...don't know. Maybe that is the only path. But...
[ It's insanity. They are all going to die, aren't they? Whatever this plan is...it will only bide them time, won't it? There are too many wars to fight, and it sounds as if Sansa...as if Alayne will lose all the leverage she's now working to achieve. What is the point?
Her shoulders slump just a little. ]
I trust you.
[ She will have to. Does she have any choice? Wading too far into denial will like cause her to drown, and there is nobody else from home to reach out and save her. ]
But if...what you say is true, and I am...somehow to return home and experience what you say...then how...am I from your past, and you from my future? ...Why would I not have told you of this place upon our reunion? [ She may keep secrets, but...this? It would be too fantastic to hide it all. It does mean she eventually leaves, though, doesn't it? She still can't quite wrap her head around the concept of time travel. ] I must forget. And if we forget...then your attempt to form any alliance with her here may be meaningless.
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That's still less troubling that what nonsense Jon mentioned of her second marriage, and she does her best to brush those confusing fears aside. It's...horrifying to think of her future as one that participates in open revolt against Cersei. Whatever happened to working from the shadows with Petyr? Whatever happened to all their plans?
These new plans are...not something she could have prepared for, and she picks at invisible linen on her skirt while her thoughts tumble over one another. ]
...I...don't know. Maybe that is the only path. But...
[ It's insanity. They are all going to die, aren't they? Whatever this plan is...it will only bide them time, won't it? There are too many wars to fight, and it sounds as if Sansa...as if Alayne will lose all the leverage she's now working to achieve. What is the point?
Her shoulders slump just a little. ]
I trust you.
[ She will have to. Does she have any choice? Wading too far into denial will like cause her to drown, and there is nobody else from home to reach out and save her. ]
But if...what you say is true, and I am...somehow to return home and experience what you say...then how...am I from your past, and you from my future? ...Why would I not have told you of this place upon our reunion? [ She may keep secrets, but...this? It would be too fantastic to hide it all. It does mean she eventually leaves, though, doesn't it? She still can't quite wrap her head around the concept of time travel. ] I must forget. And if we forget...then your attempt to form any alliance with her here may be meaningless.