you know, if i’m a king, where’s my power? can i form a government? can i levy a tax? declare a war? no. and yet i’m the seat of all authority. why? because the nation believes that when i speak, i speak for them. but i can’t speak.
i honestly think constantly about Dirk Strider and how he’s doing but a favorite scenario i have to ponder would probably be him trying foods after they win the game cause like the dude ate nothing but fish, orange soda, and 400 year old rations before this. how does he react to fresh fruit and vegetables? regular orange juice? fresh baked bread? real actual pasta as opposed to stores of stale top ramen? spicy foods? and im not even just talking about hot stuff i’m talking about real home cooked meals where you can taste the love man.
She pushed him back against the trunk of a tree and kissed him, full on the lips right there in the midst of the ragged column. Jon heard Grigg the Goat urging her on. Someone else laughed. He kissed her back despite all that. When they finally broke apart, Ygritte was flushed. “You’re mine,” she whispered. “Mine, as I’m yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first we’ll live.”