The darkness grew in the crypts. It felt like the cold seized every tiny piece around while candle lights died one by one before her. "They will make it..." Arya thought, as she flashed a glance to the opposite direction, which Sansa and Bran got away. Smoke strings became visible in the ceiling, as Ghost stood still. Whole Winterfell must be in flames by now- she thought.
Ned: "You will marry a high lord and rule his castle, and your sons shall be knights, and princes, and lords."
For a little moment she couldn't remember her own answer, and it bothered her deeply.
Then it flashed and echoed in her mind.
"No, that's not me."
I know, I was supposed to depict my own prediction for the very last scene with Arya. To be honest I can still imagine another scene in the end (later on), with Cersei noticing Jaime having his right hand again as she is choked to death. ;)
See you later with more GoT pieces!