An arrow is like a bullet. But slower and sharper, I've found. It's painful, but- [She gasps when he reveals he was shot in the heart.] Oh! M'sieur Robb! You, as well? The bullet- it went through my hand, through my chest. See, look!
[She lowers her blouse off of her bony shoulders, showing him the tender pink flesh where the bullet had gone through her chest, near indeed to her heart.]
We will not let anyone take things from us here, then. We must promise each other.
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An arrow is like a bullet. But slower and sharper, I've found. It's painful, but- [She gasps when he reveals he was shot in the heart.] Oh! M'sieur Robb! You, as well? The bullet- it went through my hand, through my chest. See, look!
[She lowers her blouse off of her bony shoulders, showing him the tender pink flesh where the bullet had gone through her chest, near indeed to her heart.]
We will not let anyone take things from us here, then. We must promise each other.