I need a Doctor. Call me the Doctor. I need a Doctor to bring me back to life.
“Matt, Karen and Arthur beatbox in a lift.” (x)
“The next time I see you, you’ll be all in black.”
Jon forced himself to smile back. “It was always my color. How long do you think it will be?”
“Soon enough,” Robb promised. He pulled Jon to him and embraced him fiercely. “Farewell, Snow.”