Fallout [for Caspian]
It had been weeks since what Sandor was still referring to as his weekend in hell, but he was still furious about it. The list of things that had been wrong with those three days was neverending, to the point where he still didn't know where to start counting. His argument with Bert (strangely but luckily the easiest thing to put behind him), his evening at the club with a drunken Cesario, the bloody afternoon tea with Angua...
...and the crown jewel of the whole thing, of course. His confession to Sansa in the godswood. Every time he thought about it he was hit with a wave of remorse and anger; and underneath it, an emotion he was far less familiar with and hated infinitely more: shame.
Sandor was not a man who kept a list of regrets. By and large, if he made a decision and it didn't turn out the way he'd planned, he worked around it or moved past it-- he didn't think about it after it was done. But this was different. For the first time in nearly his entire life, he wished he could take back something he'd done, wanted to simply erase it from existence and his own memory. Actually, if he could just erase it from Sansa's memory, he thought he would be alright with that.
He was getting to the point where he wasn't thinking about it even most of the time anymore, though. And this afternoon, walking with Stranger up the trail from the beach, he'd actually gone quite a while without worrying over it like a loose tooth.
Of course, when he rounded a bend and saw Sansa's husband walking toward him, his good mood vanished rather quickly.
...and the crown jewel of the whole thing, of course. His confession to Sansa in the godswood. Every time he thought about it he was hit with a wave of remorse and anger; and underneath it, an emotion he was far less familiar with and hated infinitely more: shame.
Sandor was not a man who kept a list of regrets. By and large, if he made a decision and it didn't turn out the way he'd planned, he worked around it or moved past it-- he didn't think about it after it was done. But this was different. For the first time in nearly his entire life, he wished he could take back something he'd done, wanted to simply erase it from existence and his own memory. Actually, if he could just erase it from Sansa's memory, he thought he would be alright with that.
He was getting to the point where he wasn't thinking about it even most of the time anymore, though. And this afternoon, walking with Stranger up the trail from the beach, he'd actually gone quite a while without worrying over it like a loose tooth.
Of course, when he rounded a bend and saw Sansa's husband walking toward him, his good mood vanished rather quickly.