[ he is paralyzed. he cannot do anything but watch as this man--this twisted imitation of her family--takes her ears and her hearing. there is nothing so terrible as being helpless. fear and rage bubble up within him and he can do nothing. not until she yells please, and then--
he has no sword. has no armor. arya's fear (or maybe it's his own) has taken them from him. but he has a body and he can move.
cullen is beside her in the space of a heartbeat, arms holding her close as he curls himself around her to shield her from any other blows. arya may not be able to hear him herself between her hands and the blood, but the man can. the dream can. so he pleads. ]
Stop this! Whatever it is you plan to do to her, do it to me instead. [ he has been dealt worse blows in his time. he can endure whatever the dream will throw at him. ]
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he has no sword. has no armor. arya's fear (or maybe it's his own) has taken them from him. but he has a body and he can move.
cullen is beside her in the space of a heartbeat, arms holding her close as he curls himself around her to shield her from any other blows. arya may not be able to hear him herself between her hands and the blood, but the man can. the dream can. so he pleads. ]
Stop this! Whatever it is you plan to do to her, do it to me instead. [ he has been dealt worse blows in his time. he can endure whatever the dream will throw at him. ]