[ His head's feeling a little lighter, but Jaime ignores this in favour of bending slightly, his elbows resting on his thighs.

Remembering Tormund had called him King Killer and then immediately proceeded to tell him a story like a friend is the only reason Jaime answers him honestly. ]

He wanted to burn the whole city down. [ He doesn't lift his head to meet Tormund's gaze, but his voice is quiet in an intimate, one-on-one way regardless. ] The city and the millions of people in it.

[ Jaime smiles, tired. It's funny; this story used to ruin him just thinking about it, and now he speaks as easily as if he were talking about the weather. ] I'd already seen him burn so many innocent people in his throne room. Guarded his chambers while he raped his wife, night after night. I don't think there was a shred of humanity left in him.

No, he was a monster who hurt people. And he was better off dead.