Your words will disappear. Your house will disappear. Your name will disappear. All memory of you will disappear.
You’re going to die tomorrow, Lord Bolton. Sleep well.
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.
No one can protect me. No one can protect anyone.
If I’m going to die, let it happen while there is still some of me left.
I’m stupid. A stupid little girl with stupid dreams who never learns.
A raven came from the Citadel. A white raven. Winter is here.
You’re the son of the last true Warden of the North. Northern families are loyal. They’ll fight for you if you ask. A monster has taken our home and our brother. We have to go back to Winterfell and save them both.
Winterfell is our home. It’s ours and Arya’s and Bran’s and Rickon’s. Wherever they are, it belongs to our family. We have to fight for it.
Only a fool would trust Littlefinger.