You can talk to a wee one in a way you canna talk to anyone else. You can pour out yer heart to them without choosing your words or holding anything back at all. And that’s a comfort to the soul.
There’s plenty of pious sons of b**ches who think they know the word of god or gods. I don’t. I don’t even know their real names. Maybe it is the Seven. Or maybe it’s the old gods. Or maybe it’s the Lord of Light. Or maybe they’re all the same f*****g thing. I don’t know. What matters, I believe, is that there’s something greater than us. And whatever it is, it’s got plans for Sandor Clegane.
One can appreciate another’s words without dissecting them. Though, on occasion, dissection is the only thing that will do.
Life is simple, really. It’s all about hard work. Honesty. Family. Words have meaning and actions have consequences.