It’s like—years and years of memories are filling up my head and so many of them are of the newcomers—people—people like you—coming here to torture me. Torture people around me, torture Philip, kill us, hurt us—and I remember every moment of it. Like I’m living it all at once, all at the same time. And it hurts. It hurts so much and I—God, I need you to believe me.
I don't even watch GoT but all the analyses on here have me shippin Jonsa now