Lord Varys: Heh. I'm sure you have. Ugly old thing. Petyr ‘Littlefinger’ Baelish: It has a certain appeal. Lord Varys: The Lysa Arryn of chairs. Shame you had to settle for your second choice. Petyr 'Littlefinger’ Baelish: Early days, my friend. It is flattering really, you feeling such dread at the prospect of me getting what I want. Lord Varys: Thwarting you has never been my primary ambition, I promise you. Although, who doesn't like to see their friends fail now and then. Petyr ‘Littlefinger' Baelish: You're so right. For instance, when I thwarted your plan to give Sansa Stark to the Tyrells, if I'm going to be honest, I did feel an unmistakable sense of enjoyment there. But your confidant, the one who fed you information about my plans, the one you swore to protect... you didn't bring her any enjoyment, and she didn't bring me any enjoyment. She was a bad investment on my part. Luckily, I have a friend who wanted to try something new. Something daring. And he was so grateful to me for providing this fresh experience. Lord Varys: I did what I did for the good of the realm. Petyr 'Littlefinger' Baelish: The realm. Do you know what the realm is? It's the thousand blades of Aegon's enemies, a story we agree to tall each other over and over, until we forget that it's a lie. Lord Varys: But what do we have left, once we abandon the lie? Chaos? A gaping pit