[The Dothraki were a means to an end, just like his sister. Just like Jorah's sword. Just like, well...most everything he could try and manipulate. Unfortunately for him, the one that he could manipulate the most and best eventually got free of him and
well, here they are. A second chance at life for him, one he's desperate (and in desperate denial about it having happened) to make work in some way, all the while fighting off that madness he denies just as much.]
I would not expect him to. [Jorah wants a subject change? Fine. Pressing much more would not get him anywhere.] Where would you have me go, Ser Mormont? To you? To my sister, who has already offered and I have already denied? Do you fear that the Usurper's son will hurt me? Do you think me so easily overcome? He is a boy. A boy! Surely you do not think so little of me that you worry a boy could see to my suffering.
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well, here they are. A second chance at life for him, one he's desperate (and in desperate denial about it having happened) to make work in some way, all the while fighting off that madness he denies just as much.]
I would not expect him to. [Jorah wants a subject change? Fine. Pressing much more would not get him anywhere.] Where would you have me go, Ser Mormont? To you? To my sister, who has already offered and I have already denied? Do you fear that the Usurper's son will hurt me? Do you think me so easily overcome? He is a boy. A boy! Surely you do not think so little of me that you worry a boy could see to my suffering.