一切曾经的欢愉都化为灰烬,冲动与侮辱,刀剑与鲜血,喜悦与痛苦,徽章与家族,誓言与背叛,寒冰与烈火都已散去,自己唯一剩下的就只有这破败的废墟还有那该死的责任感,是的,这该死的,挥之不去的责任感。
Outside, he found he had no idea where he was going. He walked past the shell of the Lord Commander’s Tower, where once he’d saved the Old Bear from a dead man; past the spot where Ygritte had died with that sad smile on her face; past the King’s Tower where he and Satin and Deaf Dick Follard had waited for the Magnar and his Thenns; past the heaped and charred remains of the great wooden stair. The inner gate was open, so Jon went down the tunnel, through the Wall. He could feel the cold around him, the weight of all the ice above his head. He walked past the place where Donal Noye and Mag the Mighty had fought and died together, through the new outer gate, and back into the pale cold sunlight.