Sansa Valerion: B
Affection Points: 70
Current Thoughts: He's become way too perceptive… I can't read his face anymore.
Frey smiled as he read her thoughts.
His poker face had become so refined that even Sansa's unique ability to read expressions no longer worked on him.
"You're unusually quiet. Are you okay? Did something happen?"
Her pitch-black eyes met his as she asked.
"I'm perfectly fine."
And for once, he meant it.
He felt more at ease than ever, occasionally glancing at the thoughts of Sansa and Danzo.
Frey wasn't lying.
Having come to terms with himself, he'd reached a point where there was no longer any pressure ... no unnecessary thoughts weighing him down.
He had thrown everything over his shoulder… and now, he was focused only on what lay ahead.
Frey had begun living his life to the fullest… fully aware that it could end at any moment.
Later that same day, Frey wandered alone through the temple streets.
