"That wasn't combat, that was an execution. It was terrifying," Martin points out. "He snapped his fingers and you just dropped dead. There's not even a visible injury. No one should be able to do that."

Martin's eyes are avoiding his own corpse as well, laying a few paces behind Jon's in a horrible, pallid, bloody, filthy heap. It will vanish once curious eyes leave it behind, but the indignity of it is too much. What a miserable, pathetic end.

"...Yeah, let's take a walk. Lead the way?"