[Shaking his head with complete sincerity.] The boys I saw had been burned, I only knew they weren't the Stark boys because you raved it to me one night.

[But he allows frustration to creep into his voice, like anyone would if they kept being accused of things they hadn't done.] My maester said that your mind was... sick, too to ever recover. He said I ought to put you down, like a dog. Do you feel that you're yourself?