[He would take her arm, but he is quite sure that if he tried to, it would be like enough to detach from her body. And he could not bear that, he could not bear that. If he had his sword, he would run her through, to put an end to this — to give her her rest, since he could not save her.
He should distrust her words, but the fact that there are words at all… might be that she has come to him in a dream to tell him what to do. Might be that she is fooling him, but there is sense in what she’s saying. I must stand against this terror. I must not be craven.
So he gives the rotting thing that used to be Daenerys a hesitant nod, and he moves.]
Come on.
What he finds is that the dead, though they are many, are like her: most do not seem prepared to attack. Many cringe — some scream, and some weep.
Something makes him check to see that she follows him.]
I don’t know where to go. The doors. So many dead there, all clawing at them.
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He should distrust her words, but the fact that there are words at all… might be that she has come to him in a dream to tell him what to do. Might be that she is fooling him, but there is sense in what she’s saying. I must stand against this terror. I must not be craven.
So he gives the rotting thing that used to be Daenerys a hesitant nod, and he moves.]
Come on.
What he finds is that the dead, though they are many, are like her: most do not seem prepared to attack. Many cringe — some scream, and some weep.
Something makes him check to see that she follows him.]
I don’t know where to go. The doors. So many dead there, all clawing at them.