Do you remember the way you smirked at me when my grandson and granddaughter were dragged off to their cells? I do. I'll never forget it
I was good, I was very very good
I'd hate to die like your son, clawing at my neck, foam and bile spilling from my mouth, eyes bloodred, skin purple. Must have been horrible for you as a kingsguard, as a father. It was horrible for me, a shocking scene. Not at all what I intended
If you're half as bright as you think you are, you'll find a way out of here, too