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I've been wondering, Scorched.
[ Arthur has been training since before the sun rose: it's visible in the flush across the bridge of his nose, the way his blond bangs are sticking dark to his temples, the slouch of his usually straight-backed posture. But he needs a break, a distraction from his own mind, from the questions that have been plaguing it without concrete answer. ]
Say that the Door started — temporarily — working the way that all doors should, and we could all trip merrily back to our own worlds.
[ A breath, considering whether he's really going to ask. Despite his slightly laconic tone, he knows how depressing some of the answers he'll get will be. But he still wants to know: ]
Would you stay here in Anatole?
Or would you go home?
[ Arthur has been training since before the sun rose: it's visible in the flush across the bridge of his nose, the way his blond bangs are sticking dark to his temples, the slouch of his usually straight-backed posture. But he needs a break, a distraction from his own mind, from the questions that have been plaguing it without concrete answer. ]
Say that the Door started — temporarily — working the way that all doors should, and we could all trip merrily back to our own worlds.
[ A breath, considering whether he's really going to ask. Despite his slightly laconic tone, he knows how depressing some of the answers he'll get will be. But he still wants to know: ]
Would you stay here in Anatole?
Or would you go home?
[voice]
Why not?
[voice]
[Even if she lived, how would she find Arya? Jon? Bran and Rickon? Would Daenerys Targaryen even remember her, or would they be enemies? Even if she lived there wouldn't be a soul she could trust.]
[voice]
Death, my lady.
[ Despite the intonation, the repetition is a question. Once that concerns him. ]
[voice l private]
[...dammit. Click.]
---most of my family is dead, it is no secret. I might be, too. And if I'm not, by some miracle of the seven or the old gods or none at all. If I still live, it is a terrible fate that awaits me.
I don't want to face it bravely, or meekly or quietly. I don't want to face it at all.
[voice l private]
[ Arthur's tone is soothing, and a little concerned. He hadn't meant to upset her. ]
You have everyone together here, and a life. But — not all things are set in stone, Sansa. At least, should you even return, you have had this chance to live your life as you would have liked it.
[ And then he changes the subject. ]
How's your rabbit?
[voice l private]
Ser Arya Underfoot is ...well, underfoot. She chews my slippers. [A small, small smile in her voice.] She chews everything.