[She doesn't answer at first, looking down at her arm. This wouldn't have happened in Braavos. This wouldn't have happened if the Admiral had left her where she was. She was learning. She would have learned more with Izembaro, whoever he was. She grits her teeth. Valar morghulis. The least she can do is remember.]
Yes.
[Her brow scrunches, nostrils flaring. It swims in front of her eyes, but she digs her fingers into her arms and lets the pain wake her up. The scrunching becomes scowling.]
It was Slevin. [She says it like I'm going to kill him.]
spam.
Yes.
[Her brow scrunches, nostrils flaring. It swims in front of her eyes, but she digs her fingers into her arms and lets the pain wake her up. The scrunching becomes scowling.]
It was Slevin. [She says it like I'm going to kill him.]