There was once a time when she would be scared, a time when her emotions would take control of her. She would feel scared, nervous, excited or anxious; sometimes she would feel all these emotions at once; but she did not feel that anymore. She was now a true acolyte at the House of Black and White. She was no longer a human but, a tool and tools felt no emotions. She was a faithful servant to the many faced God and followed any order she was subjected to. So she did not hesitate when the man begged for mercy; she gave it to him, but not the type of mercy he was pleading for. She plunged the dagger into the man's heart and watched him die in front of her. It didn't faze her anymore, to watch someone die. Her first kill left her frightened like the nine year old girl she was but this kill did not make her feel anything. It was just a job that needed to be accomplished and she took no satisfaction nor disdain from doing what needed to be done. When she was sure the man was dead, seh took his coin and other valuable possessions before dispersing of his body.
She made her way back to the temple of Black and White. The weather in Braavos was incredibly hot but, she only noticed it from observing the obvious perspiration on her body. She did not feel the heat; not only could she not feel emotions but she could not feel anything- even when it came to temperature. She was still human and carried out typical bodily functions but it was as if she was just a soulless creature trapped in a body of the human species. It was a good body; small enough for no one to see her as a threat but still muscular enough to carry out her kills.
After the Red Wedding she felt an incredible pain in her chest. Normally there was always something to look forward to, some goal and/or tast she needed to perform. At first it was to save her father but she failed dreadfully. Then it was to return to Winterfell, to reunite with her family, to kill the people on her list. But soon enough, these goals fell apart one by one; Winterfell was burnt to the ground, most – if not all – of her family had perished and she was nothing but a pathetic little girl whom was incapabile of killing anyone on her list. She did manage to cross off a couple of names, but she was never able to do so on her own. Jaqen had helped her first, the hound second; but now they were both gone and she was alone once more. She came to the House of Black and White with the coin Jaqen had given her. She had not intended to come to the temple but, something compelled her to stay. Normally men would do something for love, happiness, money or all of the above. Arya stayed for none of these reasons; Arya stayed to forget. To become no one. Nothing was going right for her, every time she thought things couldn't possibly get any worse, they did. She was filled with nothing but despair and grief and their was a hole where her heart used to be. So yes she wanted to forget, she wanted to stop feeling the pain or one day she was sure to go mad at slit her own throat. So once she was given the opportunity to become no one, she jumped at the opportunity. It had proved to be a difficult task at first but, over time she was able to slowly let her old life slip away. She accomplished this by first getting rid off 'Arya Stark's' possessions and secondly when she stopped saying her prayers. With the help of some of the Waif's potions and her continued servitude to the House of Black and white. She slowly started letting the life of Arya Stark slip away from her as she fell into the abyss of no one. Her memories left her, the wolf dreams stopped and she stopped feeling (whether it was emotions, fear or even desires). Of course she did not remember any of this now. She no longer held any memories of anything other than what she needed to serve the many faced God.
When she entered the temple of the Many faced God, she noticed that the Kindly Old man had been waiting for her. She walked up to him and handed him the pouch of coins, the dagger and the bear fur cloak, she had stolen off the dead man.
He graciously accepted the items. "Did you give him the gift?" he asked the acolyte. She nodded in response but said nothing. "Good" he praised her, "I have another task for you, if you are willing to accept."
It was almost like a robotic response. She did not have to think as the words spilled out of her, "I serve the many faced God and will perform any task he asks of me."
The Kindly Old man smiled at her as he handed her a crisp series of parchments. "I have indicated all the information of your target in here. Additionally, there will be information there on where he may be found and the travel arrangements I have already prepared for your departure. You are to leave at first night and will be crossing the narrow sea. I have already packed essentials and coin for your journey there and back."
She only asked the man one question, "who am I giving the gift to?"
The man smiled at her, "Gendry Waters." He stated before turning around and disappearing further into the temple.
The name struck a chord with her, sending a jolt of energy in her body. She did not recognize the name nor did she really care about whomever this Gendry Waters was; yet her body still reacted to this name. The alcoyte brushed off the feeling before making her way to the kitchens to assist the chefs. Tomorrow she would cross the narrow sea and give this Gendry the gift.