I know one thing. I know that you are wildling to the bone.

Sorrow found us when we were young.

Sorrow found me when I was young
Sorrow waited, sorrow won

“D’you remember that cave? We should have stayed in that cave. I told you so.”

“We’ll go back to the cave,” he said. “You’re not going to die, Ygritte. You’re not.”

“Oh.” Ygritte cupped his cheek with her hand. “You know nothing, Jon Snow,” she sighed, dying.

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