[For a moment, he says nothing, just looks at her. I’m the one who died, he thinks, so why do I feel so sorry? Why do I feel like I’ve done something to her in the rising from it?]

— There was a mutiny, at Castle Black.

When they made me Lord Commander, it was a close thing. And I knew, by then, that any man left north of the Wall was a wight we would have to fight — stronger, harder to kill than a living man. We didn’t have the numbers, and no one but Stannis ever heeded our calls for aid. So I went and brought what Wildlings I could back from Hardhome and let them through the Wall — mostly women and children, by then.

My brothers named me a traitor.