@messianique. sansa, to arya. it was very wicked.
"it..." the younger stark shifts uncomfortably, pale eyes diverting quickly from sansa's. whatever resentment arya had harbored toward her sister for the cruel things said and done in the past had long since shriveled up. crueler things had been said and done to her since they'd parted, and she knew the same could be said for sansa. "it doesn't matter, now," it is a wicked world we live in, she thinks but leaves unsaid. it all felt so trivial, now, and the words that fall from her sister's lips that would have once vindicated her now tug on something else in her chest. "we were children," she was a child, still, though it hardly felt like it. she feels she's aged a thousand years since last she saw her. what would this new girl in sansa's place think of the girl that had replaced who arya used to be? of what she had done? how revolted might she be? "it all feels so... far away now, doesn't it?"
