thefeatherofhope:

Ray: I think some of the men are a bit afraid of you. 

Sandor: I’m used to it.  

Ray: When I found you, I thought you’d been dead for days. I was gonna give you a proper burial and then you coughed.  I reckoned you were gonna die by the time I loaded you on the wagon, but you didn’t. Now, I reckoned you’d die a dozen more times over the next few days, but you didn’t. What kept you going?

Sandor: Hate.

Ray: No, there’s a reason you’re still here. 

Sandor: Aye, there’s a reason. I’m a big fucker and I’m tough to kill. Ray: No, a reason. Gods aren’t done with you yet. What matters, I believe, is that there’s something greater than us. And whatever it is, it’s got plans for Sandor Clegane.

Sandor: You didn’t know me back in my time. You don’t know the things I’ve done. If the gods are real…why haven’t they punished me? 

Ray: They have.