I had a choice, Lord Commander. Betray you or betray the Night's Watch. You brought an army of wildlings into our lands. An army of murderers and raiders
You have a good heart, Jon Snow. It'll get us all killed
Now there's a rare sight. Not only a bastard, but a traitor's bastard
Soft fat boys like you. We'd have lasted a fortnight over you and still had bones left over for soup