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You May Be As Different As The Sun And The Moon, But The Same Blood Flows Through Both Your Hearts. You Need Her, As She Needs You.

Most Have Been Forgotten. Most Deserve To Be Forgotten. The Heroes Will Always Be Remembered. The Best. The Best And The Worst. And A Few Who Were A Bit Of Both.

Speak The Name, And Death Will Come. On The Morrow, At The Turn Of The Moon, A Year From This Day, It Will Come. A Man Does Not Fly Like A Bird, But One Foot Moves And Then Another And One Day A Man Is There.

I Don’t Know What Message To Send To Bran. Help Him Tyrion.” “what Help Could I Give Him? I Am No Maester, To Ease His Pain. I Have No Spell To Give Him Back His Legs.” “you Gave Me Help When I Needed It” Jon Snow Said. “i Gave You Nothing,” Tyrion Said. “words.” “then Give Your Words To Bran Too.