( He remembers what happened to her wolf. Remembers the curling of distaste he felt in his stomach, remembers turning his eyes away from the whole affair. Remembers running down the butcher's boy at their behest, and feeling absolutely nothing at all. Not his place to have an opinion on it, and better not to think on it, because thinking would bring him nothing good. He'd gone and gotten good and drunk after that whole fucking thing.

She makes a good point. The wolf was dead, and so how is the wolf here? A compelling case for the afterlife, though he doesn't remember whether or not wolves were meant to be included in that. Doesn't explain why his leg is a mess, why he still feels pain, but more importantly: in what fucking reality does he wind up in the same afterlife as Sansa fucking Stark?

He ought to be burning hot in one of the seven hells, and they all know it. It doesn't make enough sense for him to subscribe to the theory. )

Aye. Traveled with her for a year, thereabouts. Took her to the Twins right on time to see the whole damn wedding party slaughtered. Took her to the Vale, right on time to find out your aunt was dead. Started running out of places to take her after that, because your family can't go a single fucking season without getting themselves killed.