I don’t mind Robb and I don’t care for Jon Snow, but this passage nearly broke my heart and changed my feelings about both of them.
Okay guys, I’m going to tell you a secret if you didn’t already know:
This series is all about identity issues. That’s 95% of what it’s about.
People naming other people. People refusing to be named. People who have had their identity stripped from them. People who have forgotten who they are. People who will never forget who they are. People who define themselves in relation to their family. People who must pretend to be something they are not.
I mean, try to come up with a single character from this series that hasn’t had some sort of identity issue or change:
John Snow - Lord Snow
Daenerys - Mother of Dragons
Robb Stark - King Robb the Lord
Sansa Stark - Alayne Stone
Arya Stark - girl of 1000 pseudonyms
Jaime Lannister - Kingslayer, Goldenhand
Brienne of Tarth - Brienne the Beauty, wench
Theon Greyjoy - “You have to remember your name.”
Cersei Lannister - Queen, Mother, Sister
Tyrion Lannister - Imp, Halfhand, Yollo, Hugor Hill
And those are just a few examples from a few of the characters. Many of them have more than that.
My favorite is Sandor’s. As I’ve said before (and have not yet finished my essay about it), to me his is the most dramatic and touching identity arc in the series.
… but never think that means I have forgotten. The north remembers, Lord Davos. The north remembers, and the mummer’s farce is almost done.
As they waited in Riverrun’s Great Hall for the prisoner to be brought before them, she saw Robb push back the crown so it rested upon the thick auburn mop of his hair; moments later, he moved it forward again; later he gave it a quarter turn, as if that might make it sit more easily on his brow. It is no easy thing to wear a crown, Catelyn thought, watching, especially for a boy of fifteen years.
one song, one graphic. (x)So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
And cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war,
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
UM OMG. had to reblog just for the amazing song reference. <3