No magic in your world, then? [ Jaime snorts. ] Probably for the better.

I miss when I thought magic wasn't real.

[ He clenches his fingers into a fist, then unfurls them all slowly. Then he lifts his hands up-- the flesh one, the unmoving golden one-- and moves his fingers in awkward, trembling strokes to make the beginning of another curve in the air. ]

Of course, I never imagined I'd be doing it, [ he grumbles, and with his frown the spiral shivers ] but it's not... all it's cracked up to be in the stories, is it?