"With their black hoods and thick black cowls, the six might have been carved from shadow. Their voices rose together, small against the vastness of the night. 'Night gathers, and now my watch begins,' they said, as thousands had said before them. Satin's voice was sweet as song, Horse's hoarse and halting, Arron's a nervous squeak, 'It shall not end until my death.'
May those deaths be long in coming. Jon Snow sank to one knee in the snow. Gods of my fathers, protect these men. And Arya too, my little sister, wherever she might be. I pray you, let Mance find her and bring her safe to me."
- A Dance with Dragons, Jon VII
Jon, can you be anymore heartbreaking?!