Looking at her with tired eyes, I found myself losing all strength in her embrace.
Letting her do whatever she wished with me.
With a gentle smile, she continued holding me close.
"Life has never been kind to you, my dear Frey… This is the first time I've ever seen you break like this."
"I'm tired, Sansa. I'm tired, and I can't keep going anymore. This life has taken so much from me… all that's left inside is emptiness, alongside a burning flame that keeps devouring me. And I don't know where to unleash this searing fire…"
Listening to every word I spoke ..
Sansa held on to me even tighter.
"Why didn't you let me finish it?" she asked softly. "I could've given him a merciful death. Then you wouldn't have needed to stain your hands with your closest friend's blood."
Hearing that, I found myself laughing again…
She really had tried to end it instead of me.
More than once.
But I never allowed her to.
