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.
Let me thank you ahead of time for guarding us all from the perils beyond the wall.
He should be with his grandfather, his brother, his sister. Burn him and bury his ashes where the sept once stood
Your sister was a corpse and I was a living girl and he loved her more than me