let that (s)ink in
suck my cockiness, lick my persuasion, eat my poison and swallow your pride down
She was no one”s daughter now. She was no one. Not Arya, not Weasel, not Nan nor Arry nor Squab, not even Lumpyhead. She was only some girl who ran with a dog by day, and dreamed of wolves by night.
THIS HAS GOT TO STOP RIGHT NOW IMMEDIATELY