He, who makes a beast of himself, gets rid of the pain of being a man.
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Littlefinger was only a mask he had to wear. Only sometimes Sansa found it hard to tell where the man ended and the mask began. Littlefinger and Lord Petyr looked so very much alike. She would have fled them both, perhaps, but there was nowhere for her to go … I have no place but here, Sansa thought miserably, and no true friend but Petyr.