He pointed a finger at Tyrion's face. Tyrion threw him a hard look. Aerys was dead on the floor, drowned in his own blood. I hope you die of a bloody flux.
Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you. Perhaps your little birds will whisper the name of the man it belongs to. Her life was over before it had begun. I only want to go home.
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