[ Jon grows sullen and Alayne goes silent, her mouth pressed closed to keep inside whatever ugly sob would pass her lips otherwise. Still, in her silence large tears roll down her face, indignant and ugly. (She will be ashamed later, when she looks back at this memory and wishes it were plucked from her like a snagged thread in an otherwise passable tapestry.)
Jon speaks of loving her but she thinks perhaps it is a lie, something he tells himself only because that is what is expected, because it is a duty. (Siblings love one another.) How could he love a sister held at arms length? A sister who called him nothing but Jon Snow? It did not matter whatever lessons Alayne had learned and looked to amend. The offense was there and buried hard and deep.
She says nothing, tells herself to want for nothing.
(Selfish, foolish, stupid Sansa. Look what great folly you have done. Not even I can fix it with all my cleverness and father's lessons.) ]
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Jon speaks of loving her but she thinks perhaps it is a lie, something he tells himself only because that is what is expected, because it is a duty. (Siblings love one another.) How could he love a sister held at arms length? A sister who called him nothing but Jon Snow? It did not matter whatever lessons Alayne had learned and looked to amend. The offense was there and buried hard and deep.
She says nothing, tells herself to want for nothing.
(Selfish, foolish, stupid Sansa. Look what great folly you have done. Not even I can fix it with all my cleverness and father's lessons.) ]