Fight with them, Qhorin had said, before he surrendered his own life to Longclaw…but it had not come to that, till now. Once I shed a brother’s blood I am lost. I cross the Wall for good then, and there is no crossing back.
The Illusionist (2006)
From the moment we enter this life, we are in the flow of it. We measure it and we mark it. We cannot defy it. We cannot even speed it up or slow it down.
Or can we?