The flames lick at my feet
Their hearts full of hate
What they don't understand, they condemn
What they can't comprehend must meet its end.
People are afraid of what they don't understand. They will only hate you.
I hate the human race. Of course, therefore, I hate myself the most, because I am the least of the human race.
So then. I made you the boat that took you to fame. I made the boat that will take you to your heaven. Give my regards to Athelstan, by the way. You betrayed us. You betrayed your heritage. You betrayed our future. You betrayed me! I loved you more than anyone. I loved you more than that priest ever loved you. But, it made no difference. You always thought, oh, it's just Floki! No need to bother about Floki. He's just a fool. I hated you, Ragnar Lothbrok! And I love you with all my heart. Why did you turn me away from myself?
If I must, I'll take you a piece at a time.
Looking at myself in the broken mirror
Even my reflection knows I am hated
Hard to tell myself that it isn't real
When everybody saying
That you are loser.
One of the most horrible features of war is that all the war-propaganda, all the screaming and lies and hatred, comes invariably from people who are not fighting.
Why is propaganda so much more successful when it stirs up hatred than when it tries to stir up friendly feeling?
— What was she like?
— You've never asked about her, not once. Why not?
— At first, just saying her name even in private felt like I was breathing life back into her. I thought if I didn't talk about her, she'd just fade away for you. When I realized that wasn't going to happen, I refused to ask out of spite. I didn't want to give you the satisfaction of thinking I cared enough to ask. And eventually it became clear
that my spite didn't mean anything to you. As far as l couId tell,
you actually enjoyed it.
— So why now?
— What harm could Lyanna Stark's ghost do to either of us that we haven't done to each other a hundred times over?