[ She recoils as if he struck her. Cold sears down her spine. She stares at the communicator a long moment before she switches it off. Furious now, she sets off to find him. The longer it takes, the angrier she gets until she's practically quivering with it.
When she finds Jon, Arya doesn't hesitate. She throws her tablet at him. Her aim is off. It misses him, sailing over his shoulder to hit the wall behind him. Before it falls, she's rushing him to slam both hands on his chest and shove him back. Whether it works or not, she doesn't care. She tries to hit any part of him she can reach. ]
You wretch—! You're supposed to be my brother and you tell me to— You—! Liar! Liar, liar—
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When she finds Jon, Arya doesn't hesitate. She throws her tablet at him. Her aim is off. It misses him, sailing over his shoulder to hit the wall behind him. Before it falls, she's rushing him to slam both hands on his chest and shove him back. Whether it works or not, she doesn't care. She tries to hit any part of him she can reach. ]
You wretch—! You're supposed to be my brother and you tell me to— You—! Liar! Liar, liar—