Arya: Hey. Didn't they say that the castle gate is closed? It doesn't look closed to me. Let's go in!
Hound: Uhm... something doesn't seem quite right here.
An armed party of riders with Frey and Bolton banners storms out from the gates and heads towards the pavilions where the troops that came with Robb Stark are feasting and celebrating.
Grey Wind: HOWL! [Translation: Well, that's it for me, folks. It's been a fun ride. See you all in hell].
Arya: That sounds like Grey Wind!
Hound: Really? You remember what a dog you haven't seen in like two or three years sounds like? Wait... how many years has it been? I always forget the timeline.
Arya: Well, it's more that just knowing the sound. I'm kind of a warg. I become, like, one with wolves. I can feel their rage and grief. It's sort of a Stark thing. You wouldn't understand.
Hound: Well, what I understand is--
Just then, all the tents where the Stark soldiers were staying go up in flames. Arya hears the screams and agony of death. Which sort of turns her on. Come on. You know it does. She's a sick, sick little girl.
Hound: Fuck.
Soldiers then start riding for them. Clegane jumps and avoids them.
Arya: Wait. I don't get it. What's happening here?
Hound: Uh, your family is getting murdered by the Boltons and Freys, dipshit.
Arya: Huh? NO WAY! They're on our side.
Hound: *sigh*
A Frey begins to ride for her, in attack mode. So Arya picks up a rock and throws it at his head. Clegane then goes in for the killing blow to finish him off.
Hound: Give me my helm, girl.
Arya: Okay, here you go. Let's go into the castle now and see my mom and brother!
Hound: Your mom and brother are dead now, you fucking moron. Just look. Look over there.
He points at the tents of Stark soldiers, burning to death and screaming.
Arya: NO! We need to go inside and save them!
Hound: We'll die if we go inside.
Arya: Well, I'm going.
Hound: Find. You go then. And you'll die.
Arya: Okay. I will.
Hound: Good.
Arya: Good.
Hound: I don't care if you die or not. But stay with me and you'll live.
Arya: I'm not staying with you. I hate you. I'm going inside.
Hound: I just told you that you'll die!
Arya: I heard you. I'm going anyway.
Hound: Whatever. I won't stop you.
Arya: Good.
Hound: Good.
Arya: Fine. That's settled, then.
Arya begins to go in.
The Hound watches.
Hound: *sigh*... Goddamnit. I have to stop her. Don't I?
The Hound chases behind her and hits her on the back of the head with the butt of his axe.
Hound: Uhm... something doesn't seem quite right here.
An armed party of riders with Frey and Bolton banners storms out from the gates and heads towards the pavilions where the troops that came with Robb Stark are feasting and celebrating.
Grey Wind: HOWL! [Translation: Well, that's it for me, folks. It's been a fun ride. See you all in hell].
Arya: That sounds like Grey Wind!
Hound: Really? You remember what a dog you haven't seen in like two or three years sounds like? Wait... how many years has it been? I always forget the timeline.
Arya: Well, it's more that just knowing the sound. I'm kind of a warg. I become, like, one with wolves. I can feel their rage and grief. It's sort of a Stark thing. You wouldn't understand.
Hound: Well, what I understand is--
Just then, all the tents where the Stark soldiers were staying go up in flames. Arya hears the screams and agony of death. Which sort of turns her on. Come on. You know it does. She's a sick, sick little girl.
Hound: Fuck.
Soldiers then start riding for them. Clegane jumps and avoids them.
Arya: Wait. I don't get it. What's happening here?
Hound: Uh, your family is getting murdered by the Boltons and Freys, dipshit.
Arya: Huh? NO WAY! They're on our side.
Hound: *sigh*
A Frey begins to ride for her, in attack mode. So Arya picks up a rock and throws it at his head. Clegane then goes in for the killing blow to finish him off.
Hound: Give me my helm, girl.
Arya: Okay, here you go. Let's go into the castle now and see my mom and brother!
Hound: Your mom and brother are dead now, you fucking moron. Just look. Look over there.
He points at the tents of Stark soldiers, burning to death and screaming.
Arya: NO! We need to go inside and save them!
Hound: We'll die if we go inside.
Arya: Well, I'm going.
Hound: Find. You go then. And you'll die.
Arya: Okay. I will.
Hound: Good.
Arya: Good.
Hound: I don't care if you die or not. But stay with me and you'll live.
Arya: I'm not staying with you. I hate you. I'm going inside.
Hound: I just told you that you'll die!
Arya: I heard you. I'm going anyway.
Hound: Whatever. I won't stop you.
Arya: Good.
Hound: Good.
Arya: Fine. That's settled, then.
Arya begins to go in.
The Hound watches.
Hound: *sigh*... Goddamnit. I have to stop her. Don't I?
The Hound chases behind her and hits her on the back of the head with the butt of his axe.
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