[ the question earns Ellie a watery chuckle, as Margaery grapples with wanting to wrap up her breakdown as soon as possible versus letting it all out so this never happens again. meeting someone for the first time and bawling in their arms while melodic songs play in the background is something her grandmother would roll her eyes at - and yet. something tells her that Olenna would give her this small allowance, just once. ]

Death would be easier than memory.

[ she speaks again when her breathing has somewhat evened out, only punctured by sobs every few seconds or so. and while she doesn't allow herself to stay melted in Ellie's embrace, she stays close. ]

I feel as though I have been condemned to carry grief three times over; the knowledge that I lost, the family I could not save, and my grandmother - left with no legacy after all we've fought for.

[ after the storm, her eyes are clear. sharp. reddened but no longer glossy with unshed pain. in contrast, Ellie's eyes appear almost soulful compared to her own. ]

Should I have sought to kill my enemy when I had the chance?