"They can and have. I try...I am friends with the younger version of you. It's not the same. He's so kind and I know he was part of you once but he doesn't know me. He doesn't know my heart, who I am. I think he sees me as more innocent than I am. He doesn't know the things I did. He doesn't understand me."

Sansa touches his hand for a moment, the cool metal under her fingertips just another tangible reminder that he's here. "You know me. You know what I am and what happened to me. You saw my potential. You helped me ascend into who I am and who I needed to be. No one else does. I know they wear your face but they aren't you. You are unique and you are necessary and I never want you to forget it."