I killed your High Sparrow and all his little sparrows. All his septons, all his septas, all his filthy soldiers, because it felt good to watch them burn
The darkness is coming for us all. We'll face it together. And when the Great War is over, perhaps you'll remember I chose to help with no promises or assurances from any of you. I expect not
When my daughter was taken from me, my only daughter, well you can't imagine how that feels unless you've lost a child
I killed my husband because it felt good to be rid of him