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
These men need a firm hand. Always have. They're poachers and thieves. Not soldiers
Soft fat boys like you. We'd have lasted a fortnight over you and still had bones left over for soup
Brothers, a hundred generations have defended this castle. She's never fallen before, she will not fall tonight