"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.