[As he looks at her, he feels sharp pains in his chest and side. Knives. He grits his teeth at them. But the pain in his chest is also like what he felt when he held Ygritte as she died -- the pain anyone might feel watching someone they loved die. He wonders if The Huntress felt this when her son was fed to Sanwon. He doesn't know if it's worse if she did, or if she didn't.

He should want to be far from her, but he can't bring himself to pull away.]

Aye, he gives all of you just what you think you want. Gave your husband the power he had, too. Worked at him until he took the offer. Set you against each other.

He has not helped you, lady, whatever you think. [His words are labored now.] He has made you his tools.