you’re better than me, dick. it’s like you said. half of your life isn’t a masquerade. i let this mask take over my identity. i’ve left myself nothing else.

“To the mix I have also added a few pure fantasy constructs — the elaborately shaped "beast" helms worn by Jaime Lannister, Sandor Clegane, and a few other champions of note, wrought in the shape of maned lions, snarling dogs, or what have you.”

Jon Snow

                                         A Game of Thrones

His half sisters escorted the royal princes. Arya was paired with plump young Tommen, whose white-blond hair was longer than hers. (1)

His sisters Arya and Sansa would marry the heirs of other great houses and go south as mistress of castles of their own. (1)

The memory of her laughter warmed him on the long ride north. (2)

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. (3)

I don’t even know who I’m looking for. Most nights it’s my father, but sometimes it’s Robb instead, or my little sister Arya, or my uncle.” (4)

He remembered the day he had left Winterfell, all the bittersweet farewells; Bran lying broken, Robb with snow in his hair, Arya raining kisses on him after he’d given her Needle. (5)

“He’s hopeless with a sword. My sister Arya could tear him apart, and she’s not yet ten. (5)

Even the thought made him feel foolish; he was a man grown now, a black brother of the Night’s Watch, not the boy who’d once sat at Old Nan’s feet with Bran and Robb and Arya. (7)

That might mean Lord Eddard would return to Winterfell, and his sisters as well. He might even be allowed to visit them, with Lord Mormont’s permission. It would be good to see Arya’s grin again and to talk with his father. (7)

“My lord, what of my sisters? Arya and Sansa, they were with my father, do you know—” (7)

The girls do not even have that much, he thought. Their wolves might have kept them safe, but Lady is dead and Nymeria’s lost, they’re all alone. (7)

Jon Snow straightened himself and took a long deep breath. Forgive me, Father. Robb, Arya, Bran … forgive me, I cannot help you. (9)

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