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“We have need of heroes, however broken, however terrible, however insufficient they may be.

And we have need of more than one hero, for heroes do break, you know.”

But the stink that filled the privy gave ample evidence that the oft repeated jape about his father was just another lie.

Lord Tywin Lannister did not, in the end, shit gold.

“I wish I had enough poison for you all. You make me sorry that I am not the monster you would have me be, yet there it is. I am innocent, but I will get no justice here. You leave me no choice but to appeal to the gods. I demand trial by battle.”

“Have you taken leave of your wits?” his father said.
“No, I’ve found them. I demand trial by battle !”

“You have never asked me how Robb died, or your lady mother.”

“I…would sooner not know. It would give me bad dreams.”

“Then I will say no more.”

“That…that’s kind of you.”

“Oh, yes,” said Tyrion. “I am the very soul of kindness. And I know about bad dreams.”

“No, don’t, don’t cut my hair, Ned loves my hair. Then the steel was at her throat, and its bite was red and cold.”

“It was the shadow of Summerhall that haunted him, was it not?”

“Yes. And yet Summerhall was the place the prince loved best. He would go there from time to time, with only his harp for company. Even the knights of the Kingsguard did not attend him there. He liked to sleep in the ruined hall, beneath the moon and stars.

“I was not dead, nor sailing to my death—I knew—but back to life and the worlds of men, and not alone.

Valka took my hand.”

“Man should have friends, I reckon,” said Clover.

“Definitely. Need someone to stab, don’t you?”

More laughter. Took an effort for Clover to smile, but he managed it. He
jerked his head sideways at Flick. “Need me to stab him, my king?”

“Nah. Y’already proved what you are, Clover. I’d hate to take your best
man away. What’s he got there?”

‘I’m Rikke,’ she heard the Northern girl yammering behind her. ‘Rhymes with pricker.’

‘The Dogman’s daughter, of course! He was a good friend of my good friend Logen Ninefingers, you know.’

‘Ah, you have to be realistic.’

‘Exactly!’

“Better, in fact, because adversity builds character. She would be the deep-rooted tree that bends in the storm but cannot be broken. She would be the sword that comes through fire tempered and blah, blah, fucking blah.”.

I’m shit without you! Utter shit, everyone knows it. But with you … I
have the chance of being a worthwhile person. I didn’t come here to save
you. The idea’s fucking ridiculous. I came so that you can save me.

Leo couldn’t have said why, but it seemed important he die on his feet.

Oh god it’s lovely wow

“But that’s what growing up is, maybe. Realising what a fucking arse you’ve been.”

‘That my old sword you got there?’ asked Lamb.

Shivers shrugged. ‘Took it off Black Dow. Guess it all comes around, eh?’

‘Always.’ Lamb stretched his neck out one way, then the other. ‘It
always comes around.’

'Conscience is a burden we choose to bear. Morality is the lie we tell ourselves to make its bearing easier. There have been many times in my life when I have wished it was not so. But it is so.’