"I'll fetch my lord. Keep watch over him," Anguy told the Gold Cloaks in the room, then walked out. His lord had guessed correctly. Littlefinger really did seem to have something to say before he died.
A moment later, Gendry entered the room and looked at the dying Littlefinger. Petyr was certain to die; the only question was what honeyed words he would use to try to beguile him.
"You're cruel, Prince Gendry. No, you're a king who plays with the world in the palm of his hand." Petyr looked at Gendry, neither cursing nor pleading. "You killed that child's mother and his dear uncle before his eyes."
"Sweet Robin is already asleep, Petyr. As for you, no one would have known that beneath the Master of Coin's disguise, you were also a master of poisons," Gendry replied. Getting a child to sleep really was troublesome, but after sweet Robin had flown in his hands for a while and spent more of his strength, he fell asleep faster. There would be a bloody execution today, unsuitable for a child to attend.
"Poison is the weapon of cowards, eunuchs, and women. I'm a coward. Since everyone looked down on me, poison was my best weapon. That was true for Jon Arryn, and for Robert Arryn too." Petyr smiled wretchedly, admitting that he had taught Lysa to poison Lord Jon and used Sweet Sleep to put sweet Robin to sleep.
"I've lost. Utterly and completely. I ask for paper and a pen," Petyr said. "My final wish."
"You want to write someone a letter?"
"No." Petyr shook his head, his gray-green eyes filled with pain. "I won't write to Catelyn. Letting a woman see a man fallen and destitute is his greatest failure. It was true years ago, and it's true today.