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Sansa can still feel the tether where Lady was. She can feel the absence of Lady as strong and achingly as she once felt her presence, as she once felt her very soul.
She already knows she’s not the same girl she was before. Cersei and Joffrey have taken her self from her, they’ve killed her daemon, they’ve…they’ve…she can’t even maintain her anger. There’s no point, Lady’s never coming back.
Sansa’s never coming back.
She heard that she’s being taken back to Winterfell, that Arya and Father will follow her once they’ve found a new Hand. She’s heard Father say that he’s sorry for what he allowed to happen to her. It doesn’t mean anything.
Nothing means much of anything anymore.