"There are no gods; just men and stronger men who kill them. You told me that, do you remember?" Sandor shakes his head but it's a lie. He remembers telling her plenty of things like that in the red heat of King's Landing. He had been different then, so intent on only seeing the cruelest parts of the world. He sees those parts still but here with her now, sometimes he sees more.

Sometimes they blamed their feelings for each other on self loathing, other times on loathing everyone else. Once in a while though, they wondered if this hadn't become some kind of haven from the excess loathing going on outside their imperfect shelter