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
Obara. You look like an angry little boy. Don't presume to tell me what I need
You don't think I'd let you marry that beast, do you?
War is war, but killing a man at a wedding, horrid