“ I was leaving Denmark to go work abroad and the head of the Royal Theatre of Denmark said ‘you’ve got all these great parts and you’re going to have a great career here, why would you go away…it’s so stupid’ and I chose not to follow his advice. Sometimes you just have to just follow your gut.”
See? thought Mercy. You know your line, and so do I.
“Think so?” asked Arya, sweetly.
Raff the Sweetling looked up sharply as the long thin blade came sliding from her sleeve. She slipped it through his throat beneath the chin, twisted, and ripped it back out sideways with a single smooth slash. A fine red rain followed, and in his eyes the light went out.
“Valar morghulis,” Arya whispered, but Raff was dead and did not hear. ― Mercy, The Winds of Winter.