The more people you love, the weaker you are
Grand Maester Pycelle made the same joke. You must be proud to be as funny as a man whose balls brush his knees
You left us open. You laid us bare for the vultures, and the vultures came and tore us apart
My armies will not stand down. I will not pull them back to the capital. I will march them north to fight alongside you in the Great War
