Chris looked down, trying to figure out how to put what he was feeling into words. To share without minimizing her own story. To show he understood. "My brother orchestrated the deaths of my entire family. He left me alive because....I don't know. I'm not worth it. I wasn't a threat." Then he looked up, realizing for a moment that maybe Wyatt was wrong. He was strong in the same way that Sansa was. They had brains.

"Just because we're the easiest to overcome physically doesn't mean we're not formidable. It means we're using other strengths to win in a fight. My brother let me live, and he realized too late what a mistake that was." Even if Chris was dead. He maybe, just maybe, caused a ripple effect that would change things. He hoped. He had to hope it wasn't all for nothing.

"And I know I just said I wasn't great at fighting but, if Jon isn't around, I will be. Weapons aren't the only way to fight." Chris telekinetically pushed her tea a little closer to her. "Sewing is quite useful if you're sewing the right things. Like. Poppets. With the right spell and a good poppet, you can take someone down from the safety of your own home."

It was more sneaky, but brute force wasn't always the way to go. Chris had to realize that long ago. It was pretty useless against Wyatt.