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    "When it's all over," he tells her with his eyes closed, deeply inhaling into her hair, "I'll tell you a story about dragons and wolves. I think you'll like it."

    Sansa nods. She is slightly shivering in his embrace, her hands clawed at the front of his jerkin. She turns her head enough to rub her cheek against his, her lips pressed against his jaw. "And I will tell you a story of lions and roses and a wolf that had to be a dove and a little bird."

    (Before the battle. I understand the narrative choice to make each Stark close his/her path, but I also wanted a moment like this)

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    We should have gone South. Run away and never look back. The words resemble terribly the last ones said to Ygritte and in the end is the main reason why he decides not to pronounce them.

    Jon swallows, but can't think of anything else to say. Everything else would seem a confirmation that he accepted the end.

    Sansa seems to sense it. "We will survive," he hears her say as a promise, like a prayer. Jon would like to have her hope, the same optimism. Both are a choice, he knows it well. It's so hard to wait for dawn in the darkest night. It is much easier to drown in the uncertainty of tomorrow. "We will because you're every bit like Father, brave like Robb and a thousand times smarter."

    Sansa hesitates. When she speaks he just has to thank the instinct that prompted him to lean forward if he can catch the next words, because her voice is suddenly so low and sweet, like the echo of a song carried by the wind.

    "And I have faith in you."

    The admission is unexpected, quiet. The resulting warmth is immediate, it spreads inside him like a welcoming embrace. It is no coincidence, it cannot be a coincidence, that she has chosen to say that. A simple phrase, but contains the promise of something bigger, more important. He remembers another time. I'm not a Stark. You are to me.

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