Jaime rears back with a jerk when Daemon draws nearer, a vision of Aerys flashing in his mind's eye. (Perhaps through the memory sharing link they share here?) A decrepit old man with a gold-silver beard and hair that hung to his waist, wild purple eyes, and long, discolored nails that curled like a nautilus shell.
I'll give them naught but ashes, the old man cackled. Let Robert be king over charred bones and cooked meat. Burn them all. Burn them in their homes, burn them in their beds. Burn them all! BURN THEM ALL!
He blinks it back, a momentary internal struggle taking place as the prince peers out of the cave's entrance, Jaime forcing his walls back up, burying the traumatic recollection.
"I don't need to understand it to know that it wants to fuck us all over."
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I'll give them naught but ashes, the old man cackled. Let Robert be king over charred bones and cooked meat. Burn them all. Burn them in their homes, burn them in their beds. Burn them all! BURN THEM ALL!
He blinks it back, a momentary internal struggle taking place as the prince peers out of the cave's entrance, Jaime forcing his walls back up, burying the traumatic recollection.
"I don't need to understand it to know that it wants to fuck us all over."