Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.
I know you’re supposed to love your parents, but (theoretically speaking) what if you didn’t? People say it’s impossible, but what if it wasn’t? And if it wasn’t, whose fault would that be? Would you blame the child for hating their parents, an abominable act? Or would you blame the parents for being so monstrous that they pushed their kids to that point? Theoretically speaking of course.
