Frost // Tyrion Lannister // Sandor Clegane

Im sorry youre dead

'I remember seeing you at a tourney. I didnt like you, you weren't good but you werent bad.' Sandor was telling beric as everyone tried to warm up.

'Thank you clegane' beric said smiling. 'That warms the heart' beric told him.

'But there's nothing special that you' sandor informed him

'Well you're right about that' beric confirmed.

'Then why does the Lord of light keep bringing you back?' sandor questioned. 'I've met better men than you and they've been hanging from crossbeams or beheaded or shot them selves to death in a field somewhere and none of them came back... so why you?"

'Do you think I don't ask myself that every hour of every day?? what am I supposed to do? what is the Lord seeing in me? ...and I don't know. I don't understand our Lord.' Beric told them.

'Your Lord.' Sandor corrected. He was no fire worshipers.

'I don't know what he wants for me. I only know that he wants me alive.' Beric told them.

'If he's so powerful why doesn't he tell you what the fuck he wants?' sandor snapped.

'Clegane come over here' thoros said crouching by the fire.' Dont worry the fire wont bite.' He chuckled. 'I want to show you something'

'It's my fucking luck I end up with a band of fire worshipers...' sandor muttered, he moved slowly towards thoros.

'It almost seems like divine justice' beric told him.

'There is no define justice if there was you'd be dead' sandor corrected. 'And that little girl would be alive' sandor added, eyes drifted to the dead daughter and father. 'What do you want?' sandor asked bitterly stepping towards the fire.

'Look into the flames' thoros said and sandor rolled his eyes. 'Look into the damn flames! you saw me bring him back to life don't you wanna know who gave me the power?'

'I keep asking and no one wants to tell me!' sandor snapped.

'We can't tell you, only the fire can tell you...' Sandor looked hesitantly at the fire leaning forward and looking over the flames.

'What do you see?' thoros asked

'Logs burning' sandor said bored.

'Keep looking' thoros instructed. Sandor looked harder into the flames. 'What do you see?'

'Ice... a wall of ice... THE wall...' eyes wide, he was actually seeing something.

'What else?' thoros questioned and sandor leaned in a bit closer.

'It's where the wall meets the sea there's a castle..' then the sparks flickered up from the flames and he took a step back but leaned back in his eyes focused on the flames. 'there's a mountain looks like an arrowhead the dead of marching past... Thousands of them.'

'Do you believe me now clegane? do you believe we're here for a reason?' Beric asked.

'What the hell are you doing looking?' thoros asked as he came outside, sandor was digging in the freezing cold.

'Burying the dead,' the family that had died he was bearing them a grave out in the snow

'You knew these people?' thoros asked

'Not really...' It was the girl and the father who took him in for the night she had made rabbit stew... he offered him work... who he had stolen his silver from and said they wouldn't survive the winter and they left. They didn't survive. Sandor knew they wouldnt but it hurt all the same. Thoros started to help him dig.

'We asked the father to judge us with mercy we ask the mother to... fuck if I remember the rest...' Sandor said looking down at the grace. 'I'm sorry you're dead you deserve better... the both of you' sandor said over the freshly dug graves before heading back inside.