This is no summertime drama.
Every minute of tonights episode was dark with fear and hatred and torture and death. Victories on the battlefield only led to suffering for both sides. A king who might have concentrated on spreading good cheer was instead the most heinous source of unspeakable evil, a man who found greatest pleasure in causing pain and mutilation. A grand oasis in the unforgiving desolation of the Red Waste turned out instead to be as inhospitable as the Garden of Bones surrounding it. Girls and boys who might have enjoyed courtship and family life and an apprenticeship instead waited in the rain and mud, waited in their own urine and filth, for their turn to be tortured and eaten alive by rats. What little light might have shown through was instead engulfed in shadow.
The only relief from misery was hope. Everyone tonight had hope, and hope centred around a plan of action, an agenda to be activated at the first possible opportunity. That hope was not a mere sentiment, though. It was grounded in each characters sense of personal justice, and it allowed each of the oppressed, in her own way, to overcome every present obstacle of thought and emotion.
Each character this evening carried in her mind a reason for hope: A list that would allow her to regain the personal justice others had stolen with malice, hatred, and spite. Last week we learned the intricacies of loyalty in Westeros. Tonight we saw the valueand the dangerin holding onto hope by creating an action plan for revengea list of mortal enemiesto be killed at the first opportunity.