What a good fucking question. What is he now? Used to be a Kingsguard, used to be a sworn shield, used to be a member of the city watch. Used to be a lot of things. Stopped being much of any when he turned craven at the Blackwater and spent his time carting a Stark pointlessly ever northward.
Rather than searching for a title, he snaps back a name: )
Sandor Clegane.
( If he's to call himself anything, might as well be that.
She's right about two things: it is a bit much, and he certainly doesn't feel the same comradery with all these other unfortunate fuckers that got pulled along to this shit village.
It's all he can do to huff disdainfully at her offer to compromise — too angry still to appreciate it, but unable to find any fault in her offer.
At length, he retorts sharpyl: )
See that you do.
( And then snatches up his sword from the ground, intent to stalk off bitterly like the asshole he is. )
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What a good fucking question. What is he now? Used to be a Kingsguard, used to be a sworn shield, used to be a member of the city watch. Used to be a lot of things. Stopped being much of any when he turned craven at the Blackwater and spent his time carting a Stark pointlessly ever northward.
Rather than searching for a title, he snaps back a name: )
Sandor Clegane.
( If he's to call himself anything, might as well be that.
She's right about two things: it is a bit much, and he certainly doesn't feel the same comradery with all these other unfortunate fuckers that got pulled along to this shit village.
It's all he can do to huff disdainfully at her offer to compromise — too angry still to appreciate it, but unable to find any fault in her offer.
At length, he retorts sharpyl: )
See that you do.
( And then snatches up his sword from the ground, intent to stalk off bitterly like the asshole he is. )