Traveling through hyperspace ain’t like dusting crops, farm boy. insp
“You are Lord of Winterfell, now.”
“I can never be Lord of Winterfell.”
“He remembers those vanished years. As though looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.”
-In the Mood For Love (2000)