[Claire's not that blind. The resemblance isn't uncanny, but it's there.]
When Ned and I spoke about our children, it sounded like Brianna and Arya were cut from the same cloth. For better and for worse.
[She's quiet for a moment. There's a glance at Theon before she crosses her arms, looking back at Brianna's sleeping face. How many times had she watched her sleep over the years, knowing the world was a better place simply because her chest rose and fell with each breath? How many times had she reached out to stroke her hair, watching her smile in her sleep as her father did?]
When I met Sansa, when we were in that first group that crashed, I hadn't even had Brianna yet. I had recently lost my first daughter, Faith. She had that same red hair, too. So, I felt drawn to Sansa for that reason alone, I suppose.. but I soon cared for her because of Sansa herself and not anything that reminded me of my daughter.
[She liked to imagine now and then that if Faith had lived long enough, she'd be like Sansa.]
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[Claire's not that blind. The resemblance isn't uncanny, but it's there.]
When Ned and I spoke about our children, it sounded like Brianna and Arya were cut from the same cloth. For better and for worse.
[She's quiet for a moment. There's a glance at Theon before she crosses her arms, looking back at Brianna's sleeping face. How many times had she watched her sleep over the years, knowing the world was a better place simply because her chest rose and fell with each breath? How many times had she reached out to stroke her hair, watching her smile in her sleep as her father did?]
When I met Sansa, when we were in that first group that crashed, I hadn't even had Brianna yet. I had recently lost my first daughter, Faith. She had that same red hair, too. So, I felt drawn to Sansa for that reason alone, I suppose.. but I soon cared for her because of Sansa herself and not anything that reminded me of my daughter.
[She liked to imagine now and then that if Faith had lived long enough, she'd be like Sansa.]