( Sansa frowns up at him from her position on his lap, concerned that he doesn’t feel he deserves her. She’s not someone worthy of all that. She’s just a person. )

Baby, I don’t care. It doesn’t bother me. There’s nothing you could have done that is as bad as what I’ve done.

( Sansa pauses a bit to collect her thoughts. There’s blood on her hands too, a lot of it, and he should know that. )

I murdered Ramsay, my husband. I set his own hounds on him for what he did to me. I ordered the death of Lord Baelish for betraying me and saw the sentence carried out. You can’t have done anything worse than that. I don’t feel bad about my choices. I was forced into them by circumstances. We all make choices like this.