[There is much in Sansa's future, and little of it well. Sif has no need of Sight to know that. But in the girl's voice, she sees two women on worn stone. One with hair of red.
They quarrel. The woman with the hair of red falls.
There is much in Sansa's future, and little of it well. Sif reaches out a hand towards the air, uselessly.
The girl is gone.]
You are the ghost that clings. For this, I am sorry.
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They quarrel. The woman with the hair of red falls.
There is much in Sansa's future, and little of it well. Sif reaches out a hand towards the air, uselessly.
The girl is gone.]
You are the ghost that clings. For this, I am sorry.