Can we talk about Catelyn Stark for a minute? Because holy shit she has rocketed up the list of my favourite characters in this show lately. She was flawless in Sunday’s episode.
I mean she has a screaming match with the lord whose son Jaime killed because she knows that if Jaime dies, this foul fucking man whom she loathes with every atom in her body, if he dies so do her daughters. She is constantly trying to get people to listen to her. But NO ONE EVER FUCKING LISTENS TO HER. Not Robb’s lords, not Robb himself half the time, not Stannis and Renly, not even the damn soldier guarding the cells.
And how can she fight for her land and her people and her family when no one will even listen? Because she can’t fight like men fight, she has to use her words. (For men the answer was always the same, and never farther away than the nearest sword. For a woman, a mother, the way was stonier and harder to know.)
And there is so much sorrow in her (I am a creature of grief and dust), but she can’t for a second let herself feel it, indulge it, she can’t not be strong because while everyone is fighting to tear Westeros apart she feels like the only one trying to hold it together. And the only weapon she can use to do it is her love for her children and her wisdom and her empathy and her incredible force of will.
Jaime is right; this woman is a she-wolf, savage, feral. She has no other recourse.
This is what a woman’s courage looks like.