"Something wrong with your leg, boy? Can you walk or I’ve got to carry you? Fine little blade, maybe I’ll pick my teeth with it.”

I am not your enemy, your enemy is beside you. Your enemy steals and murders your children. Your enemy has nothing for you but chains and suffering, and commands. I do not bring you commands. I bring you a choice. And I bring your enemies what they deserve.”

Robb Stark is dead. Sorry, I know he was like a brother to you, but my father put a knife through his heart.