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I'm sorry to see you leave, Lannister.
It's either me or this cold.
And it doesn't appear to be going anywhere.
Will you stop at Winterfell on your way south?
I expect I will.
Gods know there aren't many feather beds
between here and King's Landing.
If you see my brother Bran,
tell him I miss him.
Tell him I'd visit if I could.
Of course.
He'll never walk again.
If you're going to be a cripple,
it's better to be a rich cripple.
You take care, Snow.
Farewell, my Lord.