I was never going to be as good a lady as you. So I had to be something else. I never could have survived what you survived
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
You want to do the asking? Are you sure? The game of faces didn't turn out so well for the last person who asked me questions
How you can let her marry someone like that?