It’s not easy for girls like us to dig our way out.
Saved me? I saw my god’s house burn, there where I had healed men and women beyond counting. In the streets I saw piles of heads… the head of the baker who makes my bread, the head of a young boy that I had cured of fever just three moons past. So… tell me again exactly what it was that you saved?
- He’s an important person.
- So is she. I grew up in the shadow of her father’s castle. The day she was born, they rang the bells from sunrise ‘til sunset. We’ve both done rather well, you and I.
- Given where we started.
- And where is that?
- It’s not easy for girls like us, to dig our way out.
I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.
I know she is proud. How not? What is left to her but pride? I know she is strong. How not? The Dothraki despise weakness. If Daenerys had been weak, she would have perished with Viserys. I know she is fierce. Astapor, Yunkai and Meereen are proof enough of that. She has survived assassins and conspiracies and fell sorceries, grieved for a brother and a husband and a son, trod the cities of the slavers to dust beneath her dainty sandaled feet.
i made the thing i said i would make
i don’t know why
- Why do you think your people made me?
- We made you because we could.
- Can you imagine how disappointing it would be for you to hear the same thing from your creator?
- I’m sorry. I treated you like a girl when I should have treated you like a warrior.
- I am a warrior, but I’m a girl, too.