“When a man was hurt you took him to the maester, but what could you do when your maester was hurt?”

“When Maester Aemon heard him sing, he said his voice was honey poured over thunder.”

“How do you punish a man when your heart beats in his chest? How do you hurt your beloved without also hurting yourself?”

“How do you punisha man when your heart beats in his chest? How do you hurt your beloved without also hurting yourself?”

“I don’t know what message to send to Bran. Help him Tyrion.”“What help could I give him? I am no maester, to ease his pain. I have no spell to give him back his legs.”“You gave me help when I needed it” Jon Snow said.“I gave you nothing,” Tyrion said. “Words.”“Then give your words to Bran too.”

“When I was a boy, I dreamt that I could fly, he announces. When I woke, I couldn't... or so the maester said. But what if he lied?What do you mean?Perhaps we can fly. All of us. How will we ever know unless we leap from some tall tower? No man ever truly knows what he can do unless he dares to leap.There is the window. Leap. What do you want?The world.”