I alone should suffer the consequences of those choices, no one else. And those consequences — they're coming. No more prolonging the inevitable.
Oh, it doesn't matter what you fucking thought! It matters what you did! It matters what you didn't do!
— I'll hazard I can do more damage on my laptop sitting in my pajamas before my first cup of Earl Grey than you can do in a year in the field.
— Oh, so why do you need me?
— Every now and then a trigger has to be pulled.
— Or not pulled. It's hard to know which in your pajamas.
There is another choice. Coming soon...
The decisions of our past are the architects of our present.
— You told me yourself I can't fight enemies within and without. So when enemies without come knocking, I need the city of Meereen behind me. I have no choice.
— Everyone has a choice. Even slaves have a choice, death or slavery.
— So what else can I do, hmm?
— Marry me instead.
— Even if I wanted to do such an inadvisable thing, I couldn't.
— Why not?
— You are queen. You can do what you like.
— No, I can't.
— Then you are the only person in Meereen who's not free.
Imagine you walk down the street... and you bump into three blokes carrying carpeting knives. Nah, they're not carpet fitters. They're after your wallet. Maybe even that gold watch... that you got for the highest arrest rate in the Southeast. One of the rats there even very kindly offered to carve their name in your face. Now, would you be more worried about whether you're gonna have a fight... than how it looks in the papers?