Brienne can feel her face grow cold as she listens and wonders. So many agendas. So many lives lost. Who would come to her, if anyone this day? Hopefully a friend. Or a message of good will. One can never ever be too sure. And perhaps there may not be a thing at all. She is still full of wonder and belief like a child to some.
"Have you spoken to any of these specters?" On this day or any.
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Brienne can feel her face grow cold as she listens and wonders. So many agendas. So many lives lost. Who would come to her, if anyone this day? Hopefully a friend. Or a message of good will. One can never ever be too sure. And perhaps there may not be a thing at all. She is still full of wonder and belief like a child to some.
"Have you spoken to any of these specters?" On this day or any.