He doesn’t remember, Sansa realized, startled. He is only being kind to me, he doesn’t remember me or the rose or any of it. She had been so certain that it meant something, that it meant everything. A red rose, not a white.
Rings of Akhaten more like FUCKING MATT SMITH CRYING REAL FUCKING TEARS TO A GREEN SCREEN WITH THE PAIN OF LOSS AND GREIF OF A THOUSAND-YEAR-OLD SELF-HATING MANCHILD ALIEN: THE MUSICAL EXTRAVAGANZA
