My own father, your king, surrendered years ago to Robert Baratheon. I watched him bend the knee
Your brothers were warriors, both of them dead at the hands of those you seem so eager to protect
No one loved him. No one wanted to follow him. He led us into two wars we couldn't win. I apologize to you all for not killing him years ago
If you're so broken that there's no coming back, take a knife and cut your wrists. End it!