It took her a few seconds to realize that it wasn't his usual voice. She didn't remember having the tone of a newborn. But there was no mistaking that high-pitched voice. And when giant hands grabbed her to clean her and then put her in her new mother's arms, she wished she had teeth to utter the world's biggest swear word.
Arya Stark, she was called Arya Stark even in her new life. What were the odds. She wanted to cry with joy at hearing those familiar words from her mother's mouth. Finally, something was going her way.
Her joy was quickly drowned out by the automatic glass doors and flying coffins that greeted her as she left the hospital.
She was no longer in Westeros.
"I'm sorry," her mother said as the crowded streets opened up to her.
Sorry about what? Arya wondered
"No one should be born in a town like Night city. You won't remember what I just said. So much the better keep your innocence as long as you can. This town has a knack for transforming the kindest soul into a monster.
Along the streets of litter galore and miserable stares, Arya understood what her mother meant.
people had given up and that thought was followed by a sneeze.
This town stank more than King's Landing.