Nothing's worth anything to dead men
I was never going to be as good a lady as you. So I had to be something else. I never could have survived what you survived
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
Could you bring back a man without a head?
