I thought my song was beginning that day, but it was almost done.
Littlefinger was only a mask he had to wear. Only sometimes Sansa found it hard to tell where the man ended and the mask began. Littlefinger and Lord Petyr looked so very much alike. She would have fled them both, perhaps, but there was nowhere for her to go … I have no place but here, Sansa thought miserably, and no true friend but Petyr.
People fuck up. That’s life. Family is supposed to be forever. They’re supposed to take care of you regardless of what you do. That’s the whole point, otherwise, why bother?
Y o u may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood runs through both your hearts. You need her as she needs you…