Spare me the homilies. I can smell a fraud from a mile away
If you're half as bright as you think you are, you'll find a way out of here, too
Are you going to bring the food, or do you mean to starve us to death?
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