His Breathing Was Very Shallow Now, His Voice A Whisper. Tell My Son. Jorah. Tell Him, Take The Black.

His breathing was very shallow now, his voice a whisper. “Tell my son. Jorah. Tell him, take the black. My wish. Dying wish.” “Wish?” The raven cocked its head, beady black eyes shining.” Corn? the bird asked. “No corn,” said Mormont feebly. “Tell Jorah. Forgive him. My son. Please. Go.”

Jeor Mormont , The Old Bear ; A Storm of Swords

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Brotp: Arya’s [almost] pack.

Friendly reminder that when Togashi drew Chapter 184 everything

looked like

chicken scratch

EXCEPT FOR THIS ONE PANEL OF CHICKEN LIKE

HE DIDN’T PUT THAT MUCH EFFORT ON ANYTHING ELSE EXCEPT THE CHICKEN LIKE MY GOD NO WE CAN’T LET THE CHICKEN LOOK LIKE DOODLES WHAT WOULD MY READERS THINK

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