It was so I could infiltrate the Wildling ranks. I did it, and other things, and I did it trying not to think of my lost honor. But even out in the cold, wrapped in the furs of men who think no more of honor than of snow, I thought, I've finally lost the only thing that could have ever made me my father's son.
[Quiet. Because he doesn't talk about this often. Because it's hard to say, because it's personal and it's weak.]
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I had to be a turncloak.
It was so I could infiltrate the Wildling ranks. I did it, and other things, and I did it trying not to think of my lost honor. But even out in the cold, wrapped in the furs of men who think no more of honor than of snow, I thought, I've finally lost the only thing that could have ever made me my father's son.
[Quiet. Because he doesn't talk about this often. Because it's hard to say, because it's personal and it's weak.]