He told me the other day that he was proud of me.
That I was a good man. I’m not. I know more now, about what he wanted from me, and I tried,
but I still have these thoughts. I’m not what he thinks I am. I’m just another monster, too.
"The common people pray for rain, healthy children, and a summer that never ends. It is no matter to them if the high lords play their game of thrones, so long as they are left in peace. They never are."
i miss Jane and Jesse