Arya grits her teeth, thinking of all the weak and innocent she'd seen suffer and die. She had no qualms about killing, but only those she felt deserved it, though she nods reluctantly anyway. She supposes that if they were going to die anyway, she'd rather end their lives quickly herself. "I understand," she says reluctantly. "But I don't like it."

She begins to follow him back towards their encampment, brooding on everything. Enough people had warned her not to trust Tom by now that it's difficult for her to do so, though she also knew that not only was he her best chance of survival, but there was a great deal she could learn from him to become stronger. And if she achieved nothing else here, she was determined to become strong enough to kill everyone on her list singlehandedly when she returned to her own world.