Game of Thrones: Divine Justice
Published on July 20, 2017 by Paul Ciano
I’ve known you a long time, Dondarrion…
Aye. I think the first time we met, was at that tournament.
…and I always thought you were dull as dirt. You’re not bad. I don’t hate you. Don’t like you, but you’re not bad.
Thank you, Clegane. That warms the heart.
But there’s nothing special about you.
You’re right about that.
So why does the Lord of Light keep bringing you back? I’ve met better men than you, and they’ve been hanged from crossbeams, or beheaded, or just shat themselves to death in a field somewhere. None of them came back, so why you?
You think I don’t ask myself that, every hour of every day? Why am I here? What am I supposed to do? What does the Lord see in me?
I don’t know. I don’t understand our Lord.
I don’t know what he wants from me. I only know that, he wants me alive.
If he’s so all powerful, why doesn’t he just tell you what the fuck he wants?
Clegane, come over here. Don’t worry, the fire won’t bite. I want to show you something.
It’s my fucking luck I end up with a band of fire worshippers.
Aye. Almost seems like divine justice.
There is no divine justice, you dumb cunt. If there was, you’d be dead…and that girl would be alive.