[ Tyrion keeps his eyes on his big brother as he moves with such ease that he envies. If only he could move like that, but instead he waddles and his joints and muscles hurt more than he likes to let on. But Jaime? He moves like a God. Looks like one, too.

Tyrion may be the smart one, but Jaime is the everything else one. And there are plenty of reasons why Jaime shouldn't leave. ]

Death, for one.

[ That was a big reason, but not the biggest in Tyrion's eyes. ]

You'll be leaving Cersei and father. You could get severely injured; your face could be cut - [ and Gods forbid that happened... ] - you could lose a leg, an arm, a hand. You could be sent off to battle and never return.

[ Tyrion trails off and pauses for a long moment, running a finger awkwardly along his desk. ]

I might not see you again.