Eyes Wide Shut

Yes, Arya thought. Yes, it’s you who ought to run, you and Lord Tywin and the Mountain and Ser Addam and Ser Amory and stupid Ser Lyonel whoever he is, all of you better run or my brother will kill you, he’s a Stark, he’s more wolf than man, and so am I.

It was intentional that we would begin the episode with the loss of one Stark sword and what Tywin thinks is the death of the Stark line and legacy and end it with finding another Stark sword and kind of implied rebirth of that Stark ability to act in the world through Arya. - D.B. Weiss [x]

She wished the Rush would rise and wash the whole city away, Flea Bottom and the Red Keep and the Great Sept and everything, and everyone too, especially Prince Joffrey and his mother. But she knew it wouldn’t, and anyhow Sansa was still in the city and would wash away too. When she remembered that, Arya decided to wish for Winterfell instead.

The Northerners will never forget.


“Could you bring back a man without a head?” Arya asked. “Just the once, not six times. Could you?”

Could you bring back a man without a head?” Arya asked. “Just the once, not six times. Could you?”

“And Arya.. he missed her even more than Robb, skinny little thing that she was, all scraped knees and tangled hair and torn clothes, so fierce and willful. Arya never seemed to fit, no more than he had.. yet she could always make Jon smile. He would give anything to be with her now, to muss up her hair once more and watch her make a face, to hear her finish a sentence with him.”

"You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the North. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you. ”