Eating the flesh of any man is no jape. [The more she tells him, the more he finds himself right there between disbelief and pure horror. Of course, Robb is used to seeing blood, seeing men die and all the unpleasant things that come with war. But tear the flesh off a body. No. Dead or not, these are all things he would not ever do.] What is the purpose of all this? I... [He pauses briefly, his brow furrowing deeply.] ...Am I alive? [If not, this has to be one of the seven hells. He is quite sure of it.]

You have never thought about that before? To just rebuild your roof?

[After speaking he slowly moves to pick up all the pamphlets given to him again, looking at all of it with a mixture of disgust, confusion and frustration in his eyes.]