Everything Broken: Game of Thrones Thread

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“Night work is not knight’s work,” Lady Dustin said. “And Lord Wyman is not the only man who lost kin at your Red Wedding, Frey. Do you imagine Whoresbane loves you any better? If you did not hold the Greatjon, he would pull out your entrails and make you eat them, as Lady Hornwood ate her fingers. Flints, Cerwyns, Tallharts, Slates … they all had men with the Young Wolf.”

“House Ryswell too,” said Roger Ryswell.

“Even Dustins out of Barrowton.” Lady Dustin parted her lips in a thin, feral smile. “The north remembers, Frey.”

— A Dance with Dragons

APPARENTLY NOT ALL THAT WELL.

Here is a list of FUCK YEAH:

  1. I TOLD YOU THE HOUND WAS ALIVE. In the books, he’s clearly the Grave Digger on the Quiet Isle, and Mr. A told me I was nuts for thinking that a) he was alive and b) he was going to find his way back to Sansa or the Starks somehow.
  2. THE DAUGHTERS OF BEAR ISLAND. Lyanna Mormont is my spirit animal. “You want my five dozen guys? Bow down and kiss the ring then, buddy, because we’re a small house but best believe we come correct.”
  3. BLACKFISH. “Hang my brother’s shitty kid. I don’t care. BORED NOW.”
  4. DIANA RIGG. Don’t get me wrong, I think Lena Headey is a genius and magnificent, because without her performance I did not have one ounce of even toleration for Cersei, but that was like watching Bambi versus a grizzly bear. The Queen of Thorns just rose several notches in the Vegas odds on who’s gonna win this whole thing.
  5. THANK GOD SOME TITTIES. I was getting worried about the neglected nipples of Westeros, you guys. Where had they gone? Who was tending to them?
  6. A day without Bran or Littlefinger? How did I so please you, Lord of Light?

A list of WHAT THE FUCK:

  1. You can have my Arya when you pry her from my cold dead hands. If they’re gonna bring Jon Snow back to whine and be a shitty tactician, they’d better save some of that Red Priest fairy dust for my filthy little chicken rat. I don’t accept this in any way.
  2. Would Jon like to ask Sansa what she thinks or is she primarily there for decoration? I’m happy anytime we get to hear from Davos but it might have been nice to put some smart lines in my girl’s mouth, too, writers.
  3. You’re gonna risk your life to pass Grandma a note, and instead of writing down something like, “Here is the combination to the lock on the High Sparrow’s door and what time his guards like to take a nice long shit” you give her a flower doodle?
  4. Speaking of Margaery, SO GROSS with the High Sparrow getting all up in her maidenhead. Lay back and think of the Seven Kingdoms while your pubescent husband tries to remember where the book said to put it. EWWWW.
  5. I squealed with delight when we saw Ian McShane show up and then … he’s running a freegan Rapers and Pillagers Anonymous in the forest, atoning for what doesn’t even sound like an exceptional murder by building half a jungle gym?

Eventually everything breaks down.

The great houses are in ashes, now, houses that once went to war: Lannisters, Starks, Tyrells.

The alliances that gave men purpose, those are gone: Northerners against wildlings, wildlings against crows.

The dreams that drove our favorites, those are over: Justice, marriage, love, purpose, returning home.

They’re all gone, everything we thought we knew. Think of Sansa Stark in the beginning of this show, a child, imitating Cersei’s hairstyle, so nervous she could hardly talk to the great high queen. Now, she can’t trust her own brother, not enough to tell him I know where we might find some men who are loyal. She sends a raven in the night, presses a direwolf into the wax. (Hers was the first to die, remember? Lady?) Every time she’s stood up she’s been beaten for it. Every time she’s spoken up, she’s been slapped down.

Everything about her, every single thing, is broken, and she drags herself forward anyway.

The Hound was almost dead when the septon found him. Bugs crawling, flies buzzing, and then he coughed. He thinks hate brought him back, but fear is what drove him. Fear of fire, fear of death, fear most of all of failure. Fear of not being what Sansa Stark saw when she looked at him. Fear of being that, after all.

When the Brotherhood (or the men claiming to be Brotherhood, anyway) take what little peace he manages to find, he picks up the axe. Everything about him, every single thing, is broken, but he sets off in search of justice anyway.

Jaime Lannister wanted to serve his king. To be near Cersei, yes, but to be a great knight, to do great deeds. That’s why he joined Aerys’s kingsguard, why he served Robert and Joffrey and Tommen. He wanted to do great deeds and now the Blackfish, an old man, looks at him and laughs.

Tommen asked him to take back Riverrun. Everything about him, every single thing, is broken, but he takes command anyway.

This is a story about power and no power lasts forever. Not money, not might, not love. Not revenge. Not hope. Every animating storm eventually blows itself out. Every wall falls down. And behind it, another wall, and behind that one, too.

Everything is broken, over and over, and nothing ends.

And you either make your peace with that — with knowing that after every step comes another one, with the cold rough stone truth that there is always work in front of you and there will never be a time to rest — or you tear yourself apart, like the Lannisters and Freys, thinking power is completion, and wars can be won.

A.

2 thoughts on “Everything Broken: Game of Thrones Thread

  1. frazer says:

    Nice.

  2. Duckman GR says:

    When the bucolic scene started I thought they had gone off to commercial, since no one smiles or has fun much, except in the brothels of course. Then a great piece of filmmaking, the 5 or 6 men hoisting the telephone pole followed by one guy hauling the next pole by himself. The brain sees the incongruity but takes a moment to register and translate. The Hound, of course.

    Jon needs to brood less, and stand up for what he believes more.

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