Could you bring back a man without a head?
I heard what your brother did to you. Pressed your face to the fire like you're a nice juicy mutton chop
With the faces I can choose. I can become someone else. Speak in their voice, live in their skin, I could even become you. I wonder what it would feel like to wear those dresses, to be the Lady of Winterfell. All I'd need to find out is your face
I know Death. He's got many faces. I look forward to seeing this one.
