You've got to go. They'll kill you for what you did to Joffrey.
I don't believe you anymore. I don't need you anymore
A white walker stabbed me in the gut with a sword of ice
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
