People cry, Bran.” “They do,” he said in a very low voice. “And when my mother’s cries turn into wails, Mattalina, a lot of people die. And she has to live with the blood of every one of those deaths coating her days, her nights, her clothes… Mom can’t help the things she had to do to survive. But I can make life easier by not forcing her to relive memories she wants to let go.