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“It’s just a stupid sword, she said, aloud this time… but it wasn’t.

Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile.

Am I planning on returning? I mean, I don’t know. I mean, I said no before and then totally returned! [LAUGHS] So, don’t trust anything I say! But, I mean, I don’t know. I feel like now the character has been sort of put to bed and I also don’t wanna keep popping back because I want people to be able to go back and watch the stuff that I did at that time and know that, you know, they’ll still be sad by the goodbyes and everything rather then being like, “Oh, she’s gonna come back in a year!” [x]

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