It's a strange thing, the first time you cut a man. You realize we're nothing but sacks of meat and blood, and some bone to keep it all standing.
He should be with his grandfather, his brother, his sister. Burn him and bury his ashes where the sept once stood
Trust me. My own recent experience with slavery has taught me the horrors of that institution
I vomited on a girl once, in the middle of the act. Not proud of it. But I think honesty is important