Your brothers gone. The High Sparrow saw to that. The rest of your family have abandoned you. The people despise you. Youre surrounded by enemies, 1000s of them
Obara. You look like an angry little boy. Don't presume to tell me what I need
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
A sword swallower through and through