A bark of hysterical laughter burst from his lips. “Oh, gods,” he said. "Jaime, I am so sorry, but … gods be good, look at the two of us. Handless and noseless, the Lannister boys."
"There were days when my hand smelled so bad I wished I was noseless." Jaime lowered the torch, so the light bathed his brother’s face. "An impressive scar."
Her past, my future.
She will be amazing.