You and me, we got our own sense of time

Remember who you are, what you were made to be. Remember your words. {insp}

I did it for me. I liked it. I was good at it. And I was really… I was alive.

War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.

It’s good to meet you, Dr. Banner. Your work on anti-electron collisions is unparalleled.

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The flayed man was the sigil of House Bolton, Theon knew; ages past, certain of their lords had gone so far as to cloak themselves in the skins of dead enemies. A number of Starks had ended thus. Supposedly all that had stopped a thousand years ago, when the Boltons had bent their knees to Winterfell. Or so they say, but old ways die hard, as well I know.

The past: a new and uncertain world. A world of endless possibilities and infinite outcomes. Countless choices define our fate: each choice, each moment, a moment in the ripple of time. Enough ripple, and you change the tide… for the future is never truly set.

“Twins. Orphaned at ten when a shell collapsed their apartment building. [Their abilities?] He’s got increased metabolism and improved thermal homeostasis. Her thing is neural electric interfacing, telekinesis, mental manipulation. He’s fast and she’s weird.”

Rouen, France (by Djof)

Just looking out for the little guy. It is what it is.

Oscar Isaac goes for a bike ride in London on September 16, 2014

“Do they frighten you, child?” asked the kindly man. “It is not too late for you to leave us. Is this truly what you want?” Arya bit her lip. She did not know what she wanted. If I leave, where will I go?

Everyone who’s alive right now. Everyone’s who’s made it this far. We’ve all done the worst kinds of things just to stay alive. But we can still come back. We’re not too far gone. We get to come back. I know… we all can change.

After we finish cleaning up this mess… we will go our separate ways. Our paths will never cross and we will tell this to no one. Understood?