‘ surely there’s somethin’ t’ be done. ’ it doesn’t make sense. none o’ it does. why the wall when there isn’t a need no more for it ? the threat has been defeated. arya had made sure o’ it, she did. there is no reason for anybody t’ take the black no more, and yet ‘ i ... i can’t do it knowin’ ye’ won’t be there. all i am - where i’ve stood and m’ standing - i won’t be here, i won’t, not without ye’ agreein’ t’ take me with ye’ on that trip o’er the wall. for sevens’ sakes, jon, ye’ were my king. ’ a pause. and then, painfully, ‘ and - i might be bold, aye, but ... ye’re m’ friend. ’
@lcrdcrow / season eight finale re-write.
