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[A rather grimy and not very impressed Tyrion Lannister appears on the screen, wiping grease from his face and hands.]

Right, well, I just figured out where I am -- I suppose I should be grateful I spent so much time on the Twin Roses. ... anyways. I've got the temperature regulated and as you can see, we have lights. If anyone else has anything else to contribute - namely food or coffee? I would gladly take both.

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... well that is a high compliment. It might also get me assassinated by your brother Jon, but that's neither here nor there.

[He sighs as he leans his forehead against the screen.]

So we chose one another, once again. We have a habit of this, my love. I do wish I would have to stop choosing you and just have you.

( Sansa presses a kiss to her fingers and presses her fingers to the screen, trying to pass it through as if Tyrion could actually feel a kiss that way. She feels as if half this relationship has been she and Tyrion apart from one another and it's stressful. )

Perhaps the Agrii aren't as cruel as the Atroma and will let us free soon enough. I must have hope in this and hope that we won't be separated permanently.

I am going to have to hope so - otherwise the Agrii and I are going to have just as many battles to fight as myself and the Atroma.

[He sighed deeply, lifting his head.]

I wish I could remember those last few days from the ships. Perhaps there would be some answer to how we are here now.

I wish I could remember them, if only because then I could help you. As it is, we will have to push on and see what we can learn about this place and see if it triggers the memories of those last days in the Fleet.

( Sansa sighs a bit, saddened that she cannot hug Tyrion or kiss him for the time being. She wants to have him in her bed at night and for now, she's all alone. )

If we could be in the same room right now, what would you do?

You are right, my darling.

[He sighed himself, before he shook his head.]

You know very well what I would be doing - you are not pulling me into this game.

( Sansa laughs softly and, to her credit, only colors a little bit. It's difficult not to think of laying with one another now that she's gotten used to having done it and she had only had a few sweet days with Tyrion before she was without him for the better part of two years. )

I haven't lain with you in two years, Tyrion. Time is strange between these two places.

Two ... two years?

[He stared at her for a long moment, his mis-matched eyes going wide. He swallowed, thinking of all that must have happened back home in that time.] Two years.

Two years. I feared seeming mad if I mentioned this life so I never said anything. I tried to be subtle about it but you never demonstrated any understanding and, well, from what we've talked about here it seems I'm from your future. It's been a very long time for me but the North needed a Queen, not love-addled Sansa Stark. I did what was needful.

( It hurts, though, having to have mourned her relationship with Tyrion in conjunction with fearing for their lives. She should have been happy to see the North unbent and unbroken but instead she'd felt a bit hollow, having had a taste of this life instead. Now it seems she's come back. )

Two years ... and they have not gotten you to remarry? I must say, your own Hand must be sadly lacking in that case, darling wife. Think of the alliances the Queen of the North could make simply by having a patsy consort.

[He exhaled, rubbing his face.]

Our freedom cannot come soon enough.

( Sansa freezes for a moment, stricken. The idea of being forced to remarry anyone after her harrowing marriage to Ramsay is enough to rattle her to the core and it takes her a moment to recover, inhaling sharply. )

Who would make me remarry, knowing what Ramsay did to me? The Lords of the North saw my bruises and did nothing. They were complicit and now that I am their queen they are guilty. None of them would force me to the altar.

Hm, then they are smarter than I gave them credit for.

[Tyrion looks thoughtful, before his lips twitch upwards.] I suppose I could make myself useless to other people and sneak off to you, one way or another. I am sure you could use a Hand more than a husband, any day of the week.

I don't...I would rather have a husband.

( Sansa feels as if she's twelve again and trying to lie in front of the entirety of court and knowing they can all see through her. She trembles a bit and bites her lip. )

I would rather have you just as you are, Tyrion. I don't want a Hand, I want a husband. I want you.

... well. Then we are going to be together as man and wife. As we both prefer.

[He pressed another kiss to the screen, trying for a comforting smile.]

Which we will be very, very soon. I swear it.

I'm afraid I'll be too different for you now, Tyrion. I really hope that isn't the case and I haven't changed too much over these past two years.

( Sansa sighs a bit and touches the screen, wishing she was in the room with him. )

Tell me what we'll do when we're sprung free? How will we spend our day?

There is no such thing as you being too different for me, Sansa. We change but we are still together, for that very reason. We adapt.

Perhaps we do. I hope so, anyway. We were so close in the Fleet and we'd made so much progress - I don't want to become the girl afraid of your touch again. We've had too much lost time.

We are not going to lose us, Sansa. Neither one of us will allow it.

Good. I won't allow myself to worry about it any longer, then, and if I start? Then you tell me to stop.

I will tell you to stop. As I know you will do the same for me.

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