[Even hearing the brutalities she's suffered, even knowing that Sansa's even more glad of Joffrey's death than Arya is herself, there's still a small part of her that wants to say I told you so. She forces herself to resist the impulse, her fists clenching and mouth thinning into a tight line as she realises the treatment her sister received in King's Landing, where Arya had assumed it had all been tea and lemon cakes with the Queen for her.]
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I wanted to be the one to do it.