He had never felt so old and tired as he did now. His nephew Edmure had been a complete disappointment. His niece Catelyn and her sons were all slain by treachery. His other niece, Lysa, was dead too, leaving her son Robin Arryn in the hands of that Lannister lickspittle Baelish who would turn Brynden over to the lions in a heart's beat. Nobody had heard anything about his grandnieces Sansa or Arya either. The Blackfish had nowhere to go and nothing to live for anymore. He would have gladly died fighting but would not want to give those filthy traitorous Freys the satisfaction of his death at their worthless hands.