Kill me and you're free, but if I live, I'll break both your hands
I don't give two shits about wildlings. It's gingers I hate
You've got real powerful magic to figure that out. Did the Lord of Light whisper that in your ear? "It's snowing, Thoros. It's windy. It's gonna be a cold night."
Your lips are moving, and you're complaining about something. That's whinging
