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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.

Dark Wings, Dark Words.

Clean Hands, Sansa. Whatever You Do, Make Certain Your Hands Are Clean." ~ Lord Petyr Baelish, Littlefinger

All These Kings Would Do A Deal Better If They Would Put Down Their Swords And Listen To Their Mothers.

His Snores Sounded Like Ducks Mating.