She was no one’s daughter now. She was no one. Not Arya, not Weasel, not Nan nor Arry nor Squab, not even Lumpyhead. She was only some girl who ran with a dog by day, and dreamed of wolves by night.
Anything on his collar?
Collar says it’s “Arrow”.
Ehn. I’ll come up with something better.
“There are no shadows in the dark. Shadows are the servants of light, the children of fire. The brightest flame casts the darkest shadow.” — George R.R. Martin
gamora in guardians of the galaxy vol. 3 (2013)
At that moment I remembered that I’d witnessed this scene before time and time again. It’s always been unfolding before me, but I turned a blind eye to it. This world is cruel. At that instant my body stopped shaking. Since then, I’ve had complete control over my body. I thought I could do anything.
These people are innocent, taking their lives will gain you nothing. So take mine, and end this.
LOOK AT THIS. LOOK AT THIS, MEN WHO DO THIS, AND FEEL FOOLISH
Do you see how ridiculous this looks? How obscene?