17 years ago, you rode off with Robert Baratheon. You came back a year later with another woman's son
With the faces I can choose. I can become someone else. Speak in their voice, live in their skin, I could even become you. I wonder what it would feel like to wear those dresses, to be the Lady of Winterfell. All I'd need to find out is your face
The Many-Faced God stole a few more from me. But I'm glad he left me you
The worst ones always live