I know Death. He's got many faces. I look forward to seeing this one.
I can't sleep till I say the names
The Many-Faced God stole a few more from me. But I'm glad he left me you
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
