I’m so proud of you. You’ve come a long way since that day I found you by the lake. Can you keep your emotions in check long enough to take me on? Or will they get the better of you as always? I always told you you’ll be ready the day you’ll knock me down as yourself. This is that moment. This is that moment, Vers!
I know we can never have children. That is a great sadness. But eveything else: to love, and to cherish, and to have and to hold, according to God’s holy ordinance.
Anne. Anne, I adore you.
“Jaime and Cersei had always been defined by a certain solipsism, the sense that nothing mattered but their love and its concrete manifestation in their offspring, extensions of themselves into the void of existence, the others-who-are-still-me. Granted Jaime is allowed to appear empathetic at points. His return to her though is his true heroism, his chivalry, in a way that staying with Brienne or whatever could never be. Knowing that she will fail, be rendered impotent in a way that will destroy her more surely than death, he goes to her so that she won’t face the return of her own repressed vulnerability alone. After all, he knows he’s the only other person who exists.”
