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The Starks know no music but the howling of wolves.
Gods be good, why would any man ever want to be king? When everyone was shouting King in the North, King in the North, I told myself… swore to myself… That I would be a good king, as honorable as Father, strong, just, loyal to my friends and brave when I faced my enemies … now I can’t even tell one from the other. How did it all get so confused?
“…I made a deal with myself. I would keep you alive. I’d find a place. I would fix that. And then… I couldn’t open that door. I couldn’t risk it. I was gonna keep you alive. Carl, the baby, and then… I thought there’d be time. There’s never time. But I loved you. I love you. I couldn’t put it back together. I should have said it.”
This bitter earth / What fruit it bears
What good is love / That no one shares
And if my life is like the dust / That hides the glow of a rose
What good am I / Heaven only knows
