You grew up with actors, You learned their craft and you learnt it well. But I grew up with soldiers. I learned how to die a long time ago
You're going to die tomorrow, Lord Bolton. Sleep well
I'm tired of fighting. It's all I've done since I left home. I've killed brothers of the Night's Watch. I've killed wildling. I've killed men that I admire
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