Pain.
That was new. Surely being dead meant there wasn't any pain. Air. Air! He needed air! A hand shot up from the rubble, grazing the skin as it did, followed by an arm, a body, and head. Jaime Lannister sat up and gasped, staring at the sky, taking deep breaths as he filled his lungs. He collapsed back onto the brickwork, breathing heavily as his vision focused on the world and the black spots in his vision vanished.
He lay there as he heard shouting from somewhere. He turned his head and weakly raised his hand - No.. stump, his hand was gone somewhere. He pushed himself and cried out when he rolled down the rubble and lay there. He remembered the stabbing and then... He froze.
Cersei.
"N-... No... No." He pushed himself up and stumbled over to the bricks, pulling them. "No no no..." He cut his hands, but he didn't care. He stopped when he saw Cersei. Her neck was broken, cut skin white with red gashes. He took her face into his trembling hands and he screamed. He screamed and screamed. He looked up at the sky and screamed his agony, his hate... Everything.
They found him like that. The unsullied guards heard him and approached the cavern, finding him cradling his dead twin, screaming a silent scream. They were under instructions from their queen to bring anyone they found alive to her, to see what would be done with them. By the time they had dragged him out, he had stopped screaming and stared at the air in front of him.
Jon and Tyrion were in the makeshift camp when he was brought in and Jon had to support Tyrion to stop him from collapsing. Daenerys sat and watched the guards bring Jaime forward. They put him on the ground and he collapsed. Dany glared at him.
"You have survived then," Jaime said nothing, not even responding to anything. Dany though continued. "You tried to flee, you... escaped." She looked at Tyrion, before looking at Jaime again. "Now your sister is dead and I have restored my family to its rightful claim. What should I do with you now? You would ask for death... But I shall not give it."
Jaime made a loud mewling sound and moved a bit. The sound was so pitiful that Tyrion forgot everything and rushed to his brother's side. two guards moved, but Dany stopped them and looked at the brothers. Jon watched Dany silently as the two brothers embraced. Dany watched them. "Tyrion of the house Lannister... You have been a hand to me since before I came to this country. I have... Not always listened to you, but you have not either. I hereby release you from the service."
Tyrion nodded, not trusting himself to speak and hushed Jaime when he heard his brother cry out again. Jon watched on, he had seen it many times in a battle. The shock of being alive, it didn't often set in until later and when it did... It could be disastrous. Dany looked at Tyrion and then at Jaime. "I have released you... Get that creature out of my sight."
Jon moved forward and helped Tyrion with Jaime over to a tent. He closed the flap and sat down with the two. He looked at Tyrion. "You and Jaime need to go."
"Jon-"
"Tyrion... Look at him."
Tyrion stopped and looked at Jaime. He seemed so small, sat on the bed, mewling to himself and looking around as though he was still trapped in the crypt. Jon bit his lip.
"You need to go. Go anywhere, far away... Please."
Tyrion looked at Jon, he had never heard Jon beg like this. He nodded and stood, walking over to Jon and held out his hand. "Good luck Jon." Jon nodded. "They'll be a cart waiting outside to take you where you want." Tyrion nodded and watched him go, before turning back to Jaime.
He carefully dressed his brother's wounds and spoke to him softly. "There now... Y-You'll be alright soon Jaime. We'll go away.." He found his voice breaking and paused. "Far away and no one will hurt us ever again. No more dragons, no more fire... It's done, Jaime. It's done." He finished and wiped his eyes before helping Jaime to stand and led him outside.
There was a cart there as Jon had promised, with Jon beside it. He helped Jaime into the back and gave Tyrion a boost up into the seat. "I've put food and weapons in the back... But you should be alright. Where will you go?"
"I'm not sure. We could go north again, see Sansa and Brienne."
Jaime whined and covered his head. Jon bit his lip and looked at him, before looking at Tyrion and nodded. "I'll try and find a raven and send it to Winterfell. Go, while the light is still good. Keep safe."
Tyrion nodded and clicked his tongue. The horses snorted and began to move, out of the camp. Jaime said nothing as they left, but only watched the ruins of the city until they became nothing more than a smoldering dot on the horizon.
That night, Tyrion had made some soup and supported Jaime whilst feeding him. Jaime seemed to have lost the use of his spine it seemed and lay in his brother's arm, staring at the sky. Tyrion tried to keep cheerful. "You'll be alright Jaime. Going back to Winterfell and seeing Brienne... Do you remember her? Taller than you she is and stronger. The snow will still be up there as well, though it will be better now."
Jaime moved his eyes and suddenly locked them with Tyrion. Tyrion stared at his brother. "Jaime? Jaime, can you hear me?" Jaime watched him and moaned, moving his arm up to Tyrion's face. "Br.. brother."
Tyrion hiccuped a sob and smiled, kissing Jaime on his head and held him. "We'll be alright. You'll see..." Jaime continued to stare at him whilst Tyrion managed to feed him the rest of the soup.
Their journey had begun.