I cried a lot, okay?
I knew it was unlikely that I’d get the true ending of my heart – the one where Cersei gets an impossible happy ending, and where Jaime learns to live without her and goes off to beg Brienne for forgiveness and they get their own happy ever after.
I still hoped. Realistically, I could never hope for Cersei to live, but I could hope for Jaime to live.
I’m glad, at least, that their last moments weren’t spent fighting over the many ways they betrayed each other or who fucked up the most or whether any of this would have happened if Cersei had just surrendered earlier or if Jaime had stayed with her, or, or, or. It wasn’t petty barbs. It was just Jaime and Cersei, together, loving each other with every fiber of their beings as the Red Keep crumbled around them.
I’m probably going to have to go cry some more. Seeing Cersei cry has always been a very big weakness for me. I just wanted her to be happy.
There is a part of me whispering what’s the point now that Cersei’s gone but we still have a whole episode left and at least my Stark girls have survived.
…Hey, guys?
Hey, friends?
How the fuck are they wrapping this up in just one more episode?
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