Silver Creek tell me, do we get what we deserve?

a voice pulled her from inside herself, prying her out into the open.

what? she breathed, caught off guard.  who the fuck was this?  and why did she care?  

and what was she supposed to say?  her ex lover didn't have the emotional depth of a tablespoon and didn't give a damn if she fell in the river and froze and died?

still — she was the first person to care and not feel guilty about it since burke, and that was something that brienne had craved.  when was the last time that anyone had looked upon her with tenderness?

oh, i — can't come up with anything to say.  instead, she studied the other girl's face, briefly, a flash of her old self in her eyes before it was gone and she was hurt again.

because they don't care.