[ Those eyes, gods, will be the death of him. Jaime looks appalled before he brings his hand up, pushing his palm into Tyrion's face. ] Don't look at me like that. [ Because as surprised as he'd been he's also embarrassed, and shy, and uncertain how to cope with the idea of anyone missing him like that if he died. Tywin would only care about the family name, Cersei would weep and ultimately deem him too weak to have survived at all, but Tyrion...

Jaime's hand falls away, of course. But the damage is done and Jaime has always been weak to his little brother, the person he loves most in the world, and he's sure that isn't going to be ending any time soon. ]

...of course we're going to see each other again. Have you seen me? I'm the best swordsman there is.

[ Indeed, at fifteen Jaime Lannister is already known for his skill, rumours whispering that he was born with a sword in hand. Ser Barristan of the Kingsguard wouldn't have taken him in otherwise, he thinks. Not at all. ]

I think, when you have something to live for, you fight your hardest. And when you fight your hardest, you have to live. [ It's simplistic, but Jaime has always been simple. He doesn't quite realise this only proves he's still a child, still too innocent to kill. ] I'm going to fight to come back to you. Even if I lose all my limbs I'll come back to you.

I promise. And I never break my promises.