You murder your own prince, but you expect me to trust you?
Obara. You look like an angry little boy. Don't presume to tell me what I need
We both know you're smarter than that
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
