Tyrion's mis-matched eyes narrow on his brother, as Jaime looks out at the people. He was always happy to have a moment to gather his thoughts, find the chinks in the armor of his enemies. "There is more meaning in words than you will ever find in a blade. And usually, plain words are used to hide a multitude of sins."

He looks back up at him, his jaw tight, and ah yes, there it was. The venom, the bitterness. "It would show you actually regretted the crime of ripping apart a happy marriage and a young girl who did nothing more than be poor and love me. That you let me believe for more than thirteen years that she was a whore. You allowed our father to destroy me."

He is as tightly wound as a lion ready to attack. "I trusted you, Jaime. You were my older brother, the one I always bet on ... " He shook his head, "An apology would be a way to start."