It was hard to forget the face of the man who killed you. Funny that the situation would arise, of course, but once it had, there was no denying it.

She didn't see him at first, too busy ripping the ax out of her effigy. Theon's death was assured, by now, likely had been for weeks, but it was still raw. She had had plans-- if the precious old gods delivered, she might have cleared him entirely-- but all it took was her being absent at the crucial moment to stick him with the worst death possible. No one deserves that, little brother, not even you.

There were people she hated, but they were ones who had done her and her family wrong; at most, the man she met had thwarted her chance at saving her brother, but there were so many with much and more fault. He was stuck here, same as she was, and by the time they clashed, her brother was likely already gone. She would not avenge herself on him, not when all she'd done was turn to glance over her shoulder and see him enter the room.

That still did not mean she was expecting to see him.

"Try and take this one, and you'll find it in your gut again," she said evenly, half of a sarcastic smile turning up the corner of her mouth. "We can see if it stays that way."