â things are exactly the way they seem. â
           ( MOULIN ROUGE && ACCEPTING )
     Despite years of CLINGING  to every silver syllable that passed from       his brotherâs lips, Jon could only DOUBT Robbâs words;  he had seen      too much that proved otherwise to FEIGN naivety.     Ygritteâs words       echoed on STRENUOUS winds,  the SOFT tones of her TEASING       voice and the ghost of the shapes made by   MISCHIEVOUS lips still       slipped under the CRACKS between stones and wood.Â
                        YOU  KNOW                        N O T H I N G                        JON   SNOW.
               â Iâve seen giants and aurochs, watched the                  dead rise from their graves,  I canât believe                 that this is it. â
     The world was far too full of   WONDER and HORROR for something       so simple, so HUMAN to be their RUINATION.    The realmâs politics,       once seeming so MOMENTOUS to Jon,  now came as an afterthought      in comparison to the WAR they faced north of the wall.Â
     But as long as the wall stood,   they would be SAFE,  and until then,  he       would do what he could, for his brothers, both of BLOOD and of OATH.Â
               â You canât go back, Robb.   The North stands                 divided, youâll only be slaughtered,   and this                  time you wonât escape with your head on your                 shoulders. â