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Kenway's alone in the Godswood, if he can't get what he needs from his ancestors, then maybe the Gods can help him, however that never happened, all he could do was remember his father sitting in front of the Weirwood tree, sharpening Ice, he was either sharpening it or cleaning it, point is, his father would spend a lot of time here, just him the large sword and his thoughts.
Kenway: Not many people can sneak up on me.
Kenway turned on the spot, knocking himself out of his own thoughts to see his youngest sister, Arya, it's been literal years since he last saw her, the last time was when they spilt at the fork, Kenway heading to the Wall and Arya going to Kings Landing.
Arya: Not many can survive a spear through the heart.
Kenway fully turned to her and wanted to smile but this is more her speed, she's not like Sansa, Arya has the looks of their mother but spirit of their father, she's gotten taller as well, more confident, she's different from the little girl who left Winterfell all those years ago, only so has Kenway.
Kenway: I didn't.
Arya was the first to smile and ran to her now oldest brother, jumping into him and hugging him, Kenway obviously caught her and hugged back while he thought this was how Sansa would have reacted to him being back, not Arya, maybe he doesn't know his sister's as much as he thought, Kenway held her in place for a little while longer before dropping her back into the snow, taking her face in his hands, her smile made him smile.
Kenway: Is that it? The one Jon made you?
Arya nodded and took her sword out for it's sheathe, she seemed really proud of it and held it out to Kenway like it was made of glass, Kenway appreciated that, you have to treat your sword with respect or it won't look after you.
Arya: Needle.
Kenway took the sword in his right hand before looking up to her with a small chuckle, it was a fitting name for the sword, a little like Cold Breath, he only called it that because of the small light blue gem stone in the hilt, the smile slowly faded from his face though when a question came to his mind, one he didn't want to know the answer to.
Kenway: Have you ever used it?
Kenway didn't look away from the well maintained sword, he didn't want to picture his little sister having to kill people to survive, he promised to keep her safe but he failed, he didn't keep any of them safe, now he has another chance while Arya answered his question.
Arya: Once or twice.
Kenway looked up to her, well, down to her but lifted his head from looking at needle to her, she took her sword back sliding it into it's sheathe as she didn't look too sad about having to use it, she didn't look pleased though either which made Kenway feel a little better about the fact.
Kenway: I'm sorry. You shouldn't have had too.
Arya gave him a sad smile remembering that Kenway was supposed to have gone with them all those years ago now, imagine what he could have done then, maybe he could have saved their father, maybe Arya wouldn't have had to be alone, or maybe he would be dead too, all things to think about, before he could thing about it too much, he saw the way she was looking at his sword so with a small smile, drew Cold Breath from his left hip and held it sideways to her.
Arya: I always loved this sword. Valyrian Steel.
Kenway smiled to her while she held Cold Breath, memories of times before flashed through Kenway's mind, him walking into the armory and seeing her trying to pick the sword up, it was adorable and made him slightly proud, now Kenway knows that this sword was made for him, for a purpose, one that he can't fail at.
