— You're not like your sister. You're not. You're better than she is. You're a good man and you can't save her. You don't need to die with her. Stay here. Stay with me. Please. Stay.
— You think I'm a good man? I pushed a boy out a tower window, crippled him for life for Cersei. I strangled my cousin with my own hands just to get back to Cersei. I would have murdered every man, woman and child in Riverrun for Cersei. She's hateful. And so am I.
— Who taught you how to do that?
— No one.
— What are you doing?
— I'm dying.
— You can't die. You need to live to take revenge.
— I don't care about revenge.
— You coward. A little misfortune and you're giving up.
— Misfor... Misfortune?
— You lost your hand.
— My sword hand I was that hand.
— You have a taste, one taste of the real world where people have important things taken from them, and you whine and cry and quit.
Nothing's more hateful than failing to protect the one you love.
— I'm sorry I'm always snapping at you.
— If you didn't snap at me, I wouldn't learn anything.