What do we say to the God of Death?
Thousands will die at your command. You will betray the men serving you. You will betray your family. You will betray everything you once held dear
I have seen myself walk along the battlements of Winterfell. I have seen the flayed man banners lowered to the ground
When I was your age, I lived on one bowl of stew a day. And stew is a kind word for it.