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.”