Bran, in his typical deadpan three-eyed raven fashion, insists on ruining a perfectly lovely family moment by interjecting that there is no time to waste, that the Wall has fallen, and the Army of the Dead is coming.
(“Arya, where the hell have you been and how did you become a master swordsman over the past seven years? Please, share even one detail of the obviously harrowing journey that began when you were a mere girl and ended with you turning into a vengeful psychopath.”) Arya looks even happier to see Jon than she usually does while murdering people. When he last saw Arya he handed her Needle, with the now slightly ironic advice that she “stick with the pointy end.” The siblings’ (err, supposed siblings) reunions are as joyful as you might expect-especially considering how beautifully Jon once protected and doted on them-though strangely detail-free. When Jon last saw Bran, the boy was in a coma. The (few living) Starks have finally reassambled at Winterfell, where they haven’t been all together since before Jon left for the Night’s Watch and the shit hit the fan.
Still, this episode lays its chips out admirably.
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