Robb doesn't talk to me much, nor does Jon. Too busy between the dragon queens legs. Bran is King and isn't really even Bran anymore nor is he around. Rickon isn't here and Gods I miss him--I haven't seen him in years. I just have Sansa--who's neck I wanted to wring, but now she's my best friend--but she's also the Queen. And then Father, Mother, Sandor--all these people I lost who took care of me in one way or another are suddenly alive and here--and I just have to smile and be strong--because when I self destruct, bad things happen.