_{“He remembered the smell of her hair, the warmth of her body.. and the look on her face as she slit the old man’s throat. You were wrong to love her, a voice whispered. You were wrong to leave her, a different voice insisted.”}

you know nothing, jon snow.

I do know some things.

but i have to go home now

_{We’re all human. Oh, we all do our duty when there’s no cost to it. Honor comes easy then. Yet sooner or later in every man’s life there comes a day when it’s not easy. A day when he must choose.You must make that choice yourself, and live with it for the rest of your days.}

I am going home, he told himself. But if that was true, why did he feel so hollow?