I had a brother, once… for a few minutes. I think I was born first? The Farewell Kiss is swift and painless. We are not monsters, after all. No one needs to suffer. Some mothers cry. Some plead for assistance. My mother did neither. For generations, this has been our practice. For generations, we have known peace. Men do not belong in the Riverlands…. not even the breeders. They are captured, they serve their purpose, and they are killed. Many treat their enemies less kindly, I think. Think of the worst tyrant in history. How many lives could have been saved – how many wars averted – by a sharp blade, at the moment of his birth? Why did I say HIS birth? You know why. When I asked you to think of a tyrant, no woman crossed your mind. One life, for many. Quite the bargain, yes? I say to you: the Hunger is not your enemy. Your enemy walks among you, charming and handsome, with a tongue full of lies.
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