Spare me the homilies. I can smell a fraud from a mile away
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
Our two ancient houses face collapse because of you and your stupidity
Obara. You look like an angry little boy. Don't presume to tell me what I need
