(She is still. Each breath is measured, controlled. His story brings her back to King's Landing and her scars ache, reminding her that they are not so very old. Joffrey the monstrous King is no more - physically - but the worst part of him lives on in her brain. It takes a few minutes to separate the image of him, laughing, mocking, shouting from Kelson.

He isn't the same.

How do you know?

Because if he is, I must kill him.

So the wolf inside of her isn't asleep after all.)

You...need to face what has been done. I know it's hard. I know. But you must. Running from it makes it worse; it makes it grow.

Examine what you did and why you did it. Was it done out of malice? Cruelty? Or were you simply seeking justice in the best way you knew how.