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Qyburn: How is the pain, my lord?
What's the purpose of an arm with no hand?
Well, we've stymied the corruption.
Yes, we've stymied the corruption.
You're a learned man.
All the good it's done me.
You did well sewing up this mess.
You're far better at this sort of work
than Grand Maester Pycelle.
Faint praise, my lord.
So why did the Citadel take your chain?
Did you *** one boy too many?
No, my lord. That's not my weakness.
What is?
Curiosity.
The only way to treat disease is to understand disease.
And the only way to understand it
is to study the afflicted.
You performed experiments on living men.
- On dying men. - With their permission?
My studies have given me insight
that has saved many lives.
Dying paupers, I assume.
Men with no families to complain.
You found them moaning in the poorhouse
and had them carted back to your garret
and opened up their bellies to see what was inside.
How many men have you killed, my lord?
I don't know.
50? 100?
Countless.
Countless has a nice ring to it.
And how many lives have you saved?
Half a million.
The population of King's Landing.