We've been riding for a month my love, Surely the dead can wait.
Everyone's always asking me to believe in things, family, gods, kings, myself. It was often tempting, until I saw where belief got people
It felt good to imagine their shock and their pain. No thought has ever given me greater joy.
I'll send for your baby boy. And I'll launch him into Riverrun with a catapult. Because you don't matter to me
