Mother said," mocked the king. "Don't be childish." "We're children," Myrcella declared haughtily. "We're supposed to be childish." The Hound laughed. "She has you there.
There are no men like me. There's only me
You are the blood of the dragon. You can make a hat.
What do we say to the Lord of Death?" "Not today.
The morning air was dark with the smoke of burning gods.
Choosing... it has always hurt. And always will. I know.