We said we'd
fight with you, King Crow,
when the time comes and we meant it,
but this isn't what we agreed to.
These aren't white walkers.
This isn't an army of the dead.
This isn't our fight.
If it weren't for
him, none of us would be here.
All of you would be meat
in the Night King's army.
And I'd be a pile of charred
bones just like Mance.
Remember Mance's camp?
It stretched all the way
to the horizon.
And look at us now.
Look what's left of us.
And if we lose this, we're gone.
Dozens of tribes,
hundreds of generations.
Be like we were never there at all.
We'll be the last of the free folk.
That's what'll happen
to you if we lose.
The Boltons, the
Karstarks, the Umbers,
they know you're here.
They know that more than half
of you are women and children.
After they finish with me,
they'll come for you.
You're right.
This isn't your fight.
You shouldn't have to come
to Winterfell with me.
I shouldn't be asking you.
It's not the deal we made.
I need you with me
if we're going to beat them,
and we need to beat them
if you're going to survive.
The crows killed him because
he spoke for the free folk
when no other southerners would.
He died for us.
If we are not willing to do the
same for him, we're cowards.
And if that's what we are,
we deserve to be
the last of the free folk.
Snow.
Are you sure they'll come?
We're not clever
like you southerners.
When we say we'll do
something, we do it.
