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Όταν ο Τύριον σκεφτόταν τον Τζέιμι και την Τυσά

It was Jaime, he thought, despairing. He was mine own blood, my big strong brother. When I was small he brought me toys, barrel hoops and blocks and a carved wooden lion. He gave me my first pony and taught me how to ride him. When he said that he had bought you for me, I never doubted him. Why would I? He was Jaime, and you were just some girl who’d played a part. I had feared it from the start, from the moment you first smiled at me and let me touch your hand. My own father could not have loved me. Why would you if not for gold?

O Jaime να αποχαιρετά τον Τύριον

Then Jaime went to one knee and kissed him quickly once on each cheek, his lips brushing against the puckered ribbon of scar tissue.
“Thank you, Brother,” Tyrion said. “For my life.”
“It was… a debt I owed you.” Jaime’s voice was strange.

And Robb. Robb who had been more a brother to Theon than any son born of Balon Greyjoy's loins. Murdered at the Red Wedding, butchered by the Freys. I should have been with him. Where was I? I should have died with him.

και ασφαλώς η στιγμή όπου ο Ποντ σπαράζει για τον Τύριον

"To find her."  The boy got to his feet. "His lady. You’re looking for her. Brella told me. She’s his wife. Not Brella, Lady Sansa. So I thought, if you found her…" His face twisted in sudden anguish. "I’m his squire,” he repeated, as the rain ran down his face, “but he left me.”

και τέλος ο Θήον/Ρηκ να αναπολεί την σχέση του με τον Ρομπ

And Robb. Robb who had been more a brother to Theon than any son born of Balon Greyjoy's loins. Murdered at the Red Wedding, butchered by the Freys. I should have been with him. Where was I? I should have died with him.