[ Jaime's just thankful he has something to hold onto, even if it's entire decades' too late. ]
"Protect our own". [ He says this with a lofty, exaggerated sort of air. Naturally, it's Cersei that comes to mind. Cersei, and Tyrion, and his sons and daughter, and his father. ] Yes. I like that, too.
[ A question pops up, though, in his foggy little mind. Jaime finally lifts his head, but it's not without a small sway that betrays how poorly he held this northern drink. ]
Who is your own, then? Are there other Giantsbanes out there? A family?
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"Protect our own". [ He says this with a lofty, exaggerated sort of air. Naturally, it's Cersei that comes to mind. Cersei, and Tyrion, and his sons and daughter, and his father. ] Yes. I like that, too.
[ A question pops up, though, in his foggy little mind. Jaime finally lifts his head, but it's not without a small sway that betrays how poorly he held this northern drink. ]
Who is your own, then? Are there other Giantsbanes out there? A family?