[He covers her hand with his and answers her with a solemn nod, one that, in its way, almost seems rote; it is somehow remote. Mayhaps she will understand why when she has spoken.]
I hope that he might have been proud, that I might have deserved any pride he had for me, and that he might have understood why I did what I did. There was a mutiny at Castle Black. Not long before you turned up -- a few days. I'd won the choosing narrowly, and the man who cast that vote, the old maester -- he was a Targaryen, and a good man -- he had died.
After I won, I had to make a choice. I knew it would divide the Watch, and I knew it would make some of the men hate me. And I knew it had to be done.
The things I've seen. Sansa, you remember Old Nan's tales. The White Walkers, the Long Night, armies of dead men and ice spiders big as hounds. I never saw the ice spiders, but the rest of it is true. That's what the Wall is holding back.
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I hope that he might have been proud, that I might have deserved any pride he had for me, and that he might have understood why I did what I did. There was a mutiny at Castle Black. Not long before you turned up -- a few days. I'd won the choosing narrowly, and the man who cast that vote, the old maester -- he was a Targaryen, and a good man -- he had died.
After I won, I had to make a choice. I knew it would divide the Watch, and I knew it would make some of the men hate me. And I knew it had to be done.
The things I've seen. Sansa, you remember Old Nan's tales. The White Walkers, the Long Night, armies of dead men and ice spiders big as hounds. I never saw the ice spiders, but the rest of it is true. That's what the Wall is holding back.