I left them there. They belonged to the dead, but even if I’d wanted to use them, or wanted to take steel out of the hands of dead men, they were falling to pieces.

[He shakes his head in a way that expresses his amazement at the futility of it.]

I wish I had Longclaw, but what I’d do with it here... probably just get tackled by the City Watch. [They’re called the police, Jon.] It’s all right: there are other ways to fight, if need be.