I watched last night’s episode on the edge of my seat, hands
to my mouth. When Arya delivered the killing blow, I threw my arms up in victory
and shouted. It was like watching your favorite football player score a touchdown,
but with a little more on the line.
From this moment:
To this:
and so many moments in between, I have cheered for Arya. I
didn’t often get to cheer out loud, because she met so many sorrows along her way,
but even if her story ends this season, I’ve loved every minute of it. She’s a
badass.
She’s never been a lady.
She was always fierce, always the warrior.
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That's not me.
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She’s been beaten and broken:
And she came back.
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She’s loyal and strong--a
true Stark.
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So,
yes, I shouted for joy when she stabbed the Night King and saved the day. I have every reason to, she's been my heroine all along.
What do
we say to the god of Death? Not today.
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