Oh, [ he laughs, albeit more sardonic than anything else ] don't give me the "love what you do at work" speech. [ Because Jaime might have done just that only to go to war and lose whatever facades of brightness or honour or gods know what he had before he grew up, and he doesn't want to hear it.

Doing the right thing isn't worth the mental trauma that comes with it, that much is certain. ]

I don't mind this job. [ A lie-- he hates it, he hates Robert, and he hates listening to Robert fuck and he hates listening to his sister talk about how much she hates him. He knows. He knows a lot, and he's tired by all of it. ] That's mercy in a world like this.

[ Jaime's gaze shifts, meeting Alex's in the rearview mirror. ] Are you trying to tell me you love [ pause ] "hunting", then?