I’m not well-suited for imprisonment. Shocking, I know. Some men are. Ned Stark, I imagine he made an excellent prisoner
right up until the end. Not me, though. My life has left me
uniquely unfit for constraint. And have you thought about… Of course. Every day. And? Good prisoners breed good jailers,
apparently. The Starks are very careful. But there is a way, I think. It wasn’t possible until now. What is it? – It’s actually quite simple.
– Well, let me help you. You’ll only have to do one thing. Tell me. You’ll have to die. (CHOKING) (BONE CRACKING)