Seriously. This is a world where giants on mammoths just tried to crash through the Wall. Start with "army of the undead coming to kill everything'" and then go to simple arithmetic: "every wildling we save, is one less wight. Also, we're mostly stewards at this point, so let's not get to full of ourselves."

I really wish Jon hadn't understated what it meant for the wildlings not to come south. "Winter is coming." Really? That doesn't quite convey the gravity of the situation. "We will all die - terribly - worse than your father. Worse than our brothers, worse than my brothers. And then everything we ever dreamt about or…