Arya has no idea why he offered her to come with him, or why she agreed on it so eagerly. The only thing she knows, is that in a house of a Faceless Man , where everything is either black or white, the shades sometimes blend, creating a gray area full of uncertainties. In the end it doesn't matter; a broken girl or a ruthless hitman - they both might be just the same.

She was completely still, when he licked a single tear off her cheek. "If only I could spare you... If only there was anyone, who could save you..." He was mocking her. Making fun of how weak she really was. But for a brief second she saw a painful flicker in his bloodthirsty eyes. She knew there was a kind of well-covered powerlessness in him. Or maybe it was just her imagination.