The Many-Faced God stole a few more from me. But I'm glad he left me you
Lots of things make me happy, like killing Polliver, killing Rorge
A girl has no name
Brave men, all of you. Butchered a woman pregnant with her babe. Cut the throat of a mother of five. Slaughtered your guests after inviting them into your home. But you didn't slaughter every one of the Starks. No, no, that was your mistake.
