— I became the Three-Eyed Raven.
— Oh! I don't know what that means.
— If you're afraid of a band of wildlings, how in seven hells did you manage to kill a White Walker?
— I didn't know I was going to kill it. But I had to do something. I didn't have any choice. It was going to kill Gilly and take the baby. If someone had asked me my name right then, I wouldn't have known. I wasn't Samwell Tarly any more. I wasn't a steward in the Night's Watch, or son of Randyll Tarly, or any of that. I was nothing at all. And when you're nothing at all, there's no more reason to be afraid.
— I just... I always wanted to be a ranger.
— I always wanted to be a wizard.
