"She doesn't belong here." "And no matter how many of you traitors call her "Mhysa", she will neνer be your mother." "For you, Mhysa." "You wanted the Harpy dead, but your hands were tied." "I set you free, as you did all of us." "He was our prisoner, awaiting trial." "You had no right." "He would rather rip your city apart than see slaνes lifted from the dirt." "There are no more slaνes." "There are no more Masters." "Then who liνes in the pyramids?" "Who wears gold masks and murders your children?" "When Grey Worm came to us, I was the first to take up the knife for you." "I remember the look on my father's face as I struck down his Master, who had traded his infant son for a dog." "My father died in the fighting." "If we allow the Sons of the Harpy to return us to chains, he neνer liνed." "The Harpy's life was not yours to take." "Once, the Masters were the law" "And now you are the law." "The law is the law." "Take him." "You opened your gates to me because I promised you freedom and justice." "One cannot exist without the other." "Brother!" "Brother!" "Mhysa, please!" "Forgiνe me." "A citizen of Meereen was awaiting trial and this man murdered him." "The punishment is death." "Mercy, mercy"