Now I recall it, the twisted shadow and the last command. The smoke, the canyon. The living and the red. Hold the wall, Ser, you have to, it's the mandate of the dead...
I'm so fucking tired. That trigger was never more tempting. Even stranger I'd swear I've been here before yet how could that be?
Guess it's time to surrender to more nightmares. It's me yet it's not me.