You should seek to stop them from harming you -- and those you would protect.
You remember Tormund Giantsbane? You've met him, the big wildling with the red beard? He's my friend -- and I shot him in the leg with a crossbow bolt once to stop him from fighting, because I didn't want to kill him. At the time, he wanted to die fighting.
[Still, he pauses, and his small capitulation is marked with a soft, resigned sigh. He looks at the ground -- the green grass, the grey rocks close by -- then back at her.]
I don't -- you know I'm tired of killing. I don't think much of most men who like it. But sometimes it must be done, when you aren't given another choice.
[He doesn't know exactly how many men he's killed; he doesn't like to think about the number. But he does know that it must be upwards of fifty, and that most of them had given him no choice.]
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You remember Tormund Giantsbane? You've met him, the big wildling with the red beard? He's my friend -- and I shot him in the leg with a crossbow bolt once to stop him from fighting, because I didn't want to kill him. At the time, he wanted to die fighting.
[Still, he pauses, and his small capitulation is marked with a soft, resigned sigh. He looks at the ground -- the green grass, the grey rocks close by -- then back at her.]
I don't -- you know I'm tired of killing. I don't think much of most men who like it. But sometimes it must be done, when you aren't given another choice.
[He doesn't know exactly how many men he's killed; he doesn't like to think about the number. But he does know that it must be upwards of fifty, and that most of them had given him no choice.]