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"I told you." Arya told Gendry, when she first saw him laying on the ground like that. He didn't point out the unsteadiness in her voice.

"I told you she'd-" Her voice was shakier. Tears were coming- and she didn't attempt to stop them.

"I told you she'd kill you." She said finally.

Gendry just stared at her with dead, glassy eyes.

"I told you I couldn't lose you. And- you left me. We could have been happy." She told him.

"We could have taken back Winterfell- and killed the Lannisters- and maybe gotten Sansa back- and Bran and Rickon- and you're gone-and so is everyone else."

"But Joffrey killed her. Joffrey killed- Joffrey killed my sister- and Lannisters killed my mother at Robb's wedding. Along with Robb and his wife- and I can't even find Bran- and there's- there's no one left." Her voice cracked.

"There's nothing left but death and vengeance. I'll kill her for you- I swear- and I'm going to bury you here. I'll get a spade." She told him, closing his eyes. He was beginning to look dead. And it ripped her up. Just a little bit. She had a Needle after all. But the sword Jon had given her- couldn't fix this- she didn't even know if Jon was alive. Nor would Sansa's sewing needles- Arya didn't think it could really be sewn up.

She wondered what happened to her sister's things- and remembered how her teeth had gritted in anger when she learned that Sansa had been dumped into a fire and burned.

Her sister- who despite her hair- was always cautious around fire- and Arya wanted to choke at all of the times her sister had kept her from touching it. Even if she had been mean for a while. Sansa- Sansa should have lived to apologize.

She buried Gendry in the woods, deep as she could, and scarred the tree with an A. Let them think she was here. Part of her was.

And part of her always would be.

Finis