Había aprendido la única habilidad que podía mantenerla con vida. Para huir de la muerte, se había convertido en la muerte misma.

When your people are lying dead around you, don't come crying to me...

But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.

To escape death, she'd become death.

Everyone sounded the same when they died.

She was a wolf. She was death, devourer of the worlds.

Cauldron save you.Mother hold you.Pass through the gates, and smell that immortal land of milk and honey.Fear no evil.Feel no pain.Go, and enter eternity.

Not flowers—never flowers in Terrasen. Instead, they carried small stones to graves to mark their visits, to tell the dead that they still remembered.Stones were eternal—flowers were not.

He wanted to bury her in Velaris. Somewhere full of light and warmth, full of kind people. Far away from these mountains.