This chapter like the previous was beta'd by RhaenaTargaryen
Thank you for the reviews of the previous chapter hoopznyoyoand and Princess Rosalind of Underland
hoopznyoyo in response to your review:
"And Jaime, so cold to just walk away - that could have earned him another level of hell."
Haha well luckily once in hell you can't get any further sins added on. I can't say I blame Jaime though, I'd be blaming Tywin too if I were him!
"He would rather be with her in hell than without her in heaven anyway." - That's a great sentence. It conveys so much. I hope you keep going with this.
Thank you! I definitely will! Still have a lot written to post actually, and then after the holidays I'll probably get back to writing on this!
Rosalind in response to yours:
"I knew it! I had a feeling it was Tywin."
Well, tbf you did read this when it was on ao3 with way more chapters :P Ha, assume tho that you mean you suspected when you first read tho. Good job if that's the case :) Look for more familiar faces eventually, several will make an appearence!
Jaime continued on, half wondering if he would come across any more familiar faces.
Over time, the rain had now become an outright downpour. He wasn't even sure that downpour was enough to describe it. He had never before seen rainfall of this magnitude. No longer was the heat quite so unbearable. He likened the heat he was now experiencing to what he had heard a typical day in Volantis was like. He wondered if the rain had anything to do with that.
He was able to focus better and he tried to determine what part of hell Cersei would have gotten sent to. It was no longer agonizingly hot; however, he was still plagued by extreme thirst. This made it still somewhat difficult for him to concentrate.
As he continued his march ahead, the path had become narrower and less populated. He hoped this meant that he was almost out of the pride section of hell.
The rain, if it wasn't before, was now most certainly at an unearthly heavy volume. It was falling so fast that he observed some people cupping their hands and drinking it. He paused for a moment and did the same, thankful that death had restored his lost hand. He drank several handfuls of rain this way but they all seemed rather salty and did little to quench his thirst.
The rain tasted off, reminding him of Cersei's tears which he had kissed away many times before. This rain was gross in comparison, but his thirst was so intense that he felt compelled to continue to drink. Once he drank a few dozen handfuls of the strange rain he was sated enough that he could concentrate. As he resumed his search for Cersei he started to try to determine just what section of hell she was in. However, before he could think about it he spotted a dead-end up ahead.