[ It's a sweet gesture, Bruce catching him. Too bad it's going to be tempered by what he sees in front of him, because what he sees is something that's both his greatest victory and, in other ways, his greatest shame. ]
There!
[ He points past Bruce's shoulder and stares, wide eyed and pale, at the spectre of the Negotiator standing in the middle of Bruce's kitchen, expression erudite and knowing, posture as tall and proud as it was in life.
(Not as it was in death, hunched over and desperate, and Jaime's glad for that; that would just be one final kick in the teeth.) ]
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[ It's a sweet gesture, Bruce catching him. Too bad it's going to be tempered by what he sees in front of him, because what he sees is something that's both his greatest victory and, in other ways, his greatest shame. ]
There!
[ He points past Bruce's shoulder and stares, wide eyed and pale, at the spectre of the Negotiator standing in the middle of Bruce's kitchen, expression erudite and knowing, posture as tall and proud as it was in life.
(Not as it was in death, hunched over and desperate, and Jaime's glad for that; that would just be one final kick in the teeth.) ]