[Robb is not sure if the mention of his dead shocks him. Every lackwit could figure out that he would not make it out of the Twins alive, yet something turns cold inside of him. He thinks of all the things he wanted, the plans he had made, the promises he made.]

What did lord Bolton got from my death? [Robb asks it with a voice that lacks any sort of emotion.] The North? [Then he snorts.] As if the North would obey a bloody traitor.

[Finally he frowns, gazing at Jon when he speaks about times where things might not have happened.]

What does that have to do with the name of my wife?