[ she wants to be gracious. and she wants to smile if off. most of all, she wants to assure him it's not his apology to make. but the words are like dry twigs in the back of her mouth: they scratch, catch, and sting.
instead, she edges the side of one finger against her own cheek -- imagining where the smudge must have been (for it must have been a smudge). without looking up, sansa answered: ] She was a part of the moon. And the moon was a part of her.
[ it sounds like a story. like a tale one might tell a child. but sokka said he was there. is he lying?
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instead, she edges the side of one finger against her own cheek -- imagining where the smudge must have been (for it must have been a smudge). without looking up, sansa answered: ] She was a part of the moon. And the moon was a part of her.
[ it sounds like a story. like a tale one might tell a child. but sokka said he was there. is he lying?
she thinks not. ]
They completed one another.