It's not crude at all to Arya. She peers down at it. The prosthetic, as rudimentary is it is, is an invention that is completely foreign to her. A thousand questions fill her mind at once -- how does it stay on? Does it hurt? What is it made of? If she could have made one for Lommy, three years ago, he might not have died. They might not have been captured by Lannister men, and her whole life might have turned out very, very differently.
But that was the life of Arry the orphan boy, and doesn't have anything to do with her anymore. She gave that up for training, for power, and maybe a little bit of food and shelter. She'd been instructed to serve the Many-Faced God, but she only had one prayer to give him. A list, of those she would kill.
It had shrunk, since she first made it, but it was not small enough. Arya has convinced herself that a life is an even exchange for a life, and that when she takes the lives of those who killed her family, she will feel truly alive again. She'll feel something besides near-permanent, hollowed out anger and occasional curiosity, she hopes. She has not considered that that might not happen. Can't consider it.
"Ay-sap?" she asks, with a tilt of her head. That's not in any language she recognizes. Her face still keeps that same serious expression. "You still have a list. But have you planned for what they will do when they come here?" Arya has. It's why she was so keen to get Fear's blessing, why she's wearing this face instead of the face she was born with.
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But that was the life of Arry the orphan boy, and doesn't have anything to do with her anymore. She gave that up for training, for power, and maybe a little bit of food and shelter. She'd been instructed to serve the Many-Faced God, but she only had one prayer to give him. A list, of those she would kill.
It had shrunk, since she first made it, but it was not small enough. Arya has convinced herself that a life is an even exchange for a life, and that when she takes the lives of those who killed her family, she will feel truly alive again. She'll feel something besides near-permanent, hollowed out anger and occasional curiosity, she hopes. She has not considered that that might not happen. Can't consider it.
"Ay-sap?" she asks, with a tilt of her head. That's not in any language she recognizes. Her face still keeps that same serious expression. "You still have a list. But have you planned for what they will do when they come here?" Arya has. It's why she was so keen to get Fear's blessing, why she's wearing this face instead of the face she was born with.