you don't ever have to worry about what i feel. the way i feel about you won't change. you can do whatever you like to me. you could turn this town to dust, burn the woods until they were cinders, you could cut out my heart.
it wouldn't matter.
it would not change a thing.
"How do you think Balon Greyjoy would feel if he could see his only surviving son has turned lackey?"
"I’ve offended you. Forgive me, it’s been a rough morning."