Sometimes I Think Everyone Is Just Pretending

And I Have A Tender Spot In My Heart For Cripples And Bastards And Broken Things.

The Man Who Fears Losing Has Already Lost.

Does He Think To Scare Me? Arya Kissed Him Where His Nose Should Be And Plucked The Grave Worm From His Eye To Eat It, But It Melted Like A Shadow In Her Hand. The Yellow Skull Was Melting Too, And The Kindliest Old Man That She Had Ever Seen Was Smiling Down On Her. "no One Has Ever Tried To Eat My Worm Before," He Said. "are You Hungry, Child?" Yes, She Thought, But Not For Food.

What The King Dreams, The Hand Builds.

They Hate You Because You Act Like You're Better Than They Are