Can I just please say that I am truly, deeply, in all sense of the word, depressed over "Rains of Castamere"? I swear that episode damaged me. I already knew Robb was going to die, thanks to friends who spoiled me, but I had no idea it was going to be that brutal, that painful. When Ned Stark died, I don't remember being in pain because his death was quick---and because Joffrey is involved---expected. But this. Everything is so wrong. I don't understand (damn you, George R. R. Martin!) what warranted all those deaths. And what's worse is that Talisa just had to be pregnant with baby Ned and they just had to be so very happy before the wedding band mercilessly ambushed them with arrows and daggers.
And Robb Stark's face when Talisa told him she named the baby after his father. This is what broke my heart the most.
George Heartless R. R. Martin! Why couldn't you just let Robb die with a little dignity? Why did you have to let him see his wife and child get slaughtered? Why couldn't you just have let him say good-bye to his mother? Why?! WHY GEORGE RR MARTIN WHYYYYYYY
I remember being dumbfounded for ten whole minutes after the silent end credits. My heart was in pieces on my throat and I don't remember ever crying so violently over a TV show. Even now. Just remembering Catelyn screaming for Rob to get out, remembering Robb reaching out to Talisa and just holding her belly, it turns me into a complete wreck. Maybe I should've read the books, maybe I wouldn't be so affected. Because it's ridiculous to be this affected. No matter how many times I tell myself They're not real people, it's just TV fiction I still can't manage to get over the emotional stupor.
But the North remembers. And so will we, Robb, Catelyn, Greywind, Talisa, Baby Ned.
You have taken a piece of me with you. Again, fuck you, George R. R. Martin.
