“I can . . . die as I please.”

“The maester smiled...Hush now, child, I'm much older than you. I can....die as I please.”

“We'll need to make a litter to carry him," said Osha."No use," said Luwin. "I'm dying, woman.""You can't," said Rickon angrily. "No you can't." Beside him, Shaggydog bared his teeth and growled.The maester smiled. "Hush now, child, I'm much older than you. I can . . . die as I please.”

“They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle-earth.”

“Jaime," Brienne whispered, so faintly he thought he was dreaming it. "Jaime, what are you doing?""Dying," he whispered back."No," she said, "no, you must live."He wanted to laugh. "Stop telling me what to do, wench. I'll die if it pleases me.""Are you so craven?"The words shocked him. He was Jaime Lannister, a knight of the Kingsguard, he was the Kingslayer. No man had ever called him craven. Other things they called him, yes; oathbreaker, liar, murderer. They said he was cruel, treacherous, reckless. But never craven. "What else can I do, but die?""Live," she said, "live, and fight, and take revenge."Craven, Jaime thought.... Can it be? They took my sword hand. Was that all I was, a sword hand? Gods be good, is it true?The wench had the right of it. He could not die.”

“If I die, I die friendless and abandoned. What choice did that leave him, but to live?”

“Yours was the hand that threw him. You meant for him to die.”His chains chinked softly. “I seldom fling children from towers to improve their health. Yes, I meant for him to die.”