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'We can't help her, Jaime!' Cersei yells.

'I know we can't! But I am trying to find a way! And I need you to stop getting in my way!' Jaime yells.

'Why are you both still fighting about this? We could've saved her ten times by now.' Tyrion sighs.

'I don't want to die, Tyrion! Looks like Jaime does. And I am not dying for Catherine Baratheon!' Cersei yells.

'I will die for Catherine Baratheon.' Jaime yells. 'I will die! And I will be proud of it!'

'Why are you doing this?' Cersei asks.

'The question is why are you not doing this?' Jaime asks.

Tyrion grabs his cup and walks out.

'If you want to save Catherine, you are more than welcome to. But you won't be receiving any help from my side.' Cersei lays back in her chair.

'Not that you were ever going to offer any, anyway.' Jaime sighs.

'She will die, you know that right?' Cersei asks him. 'It will only be a matter of time.'

'She is a Baratheon. She will never die. She has Baratheon blood running down her veins. She would not accept that type of death. God, it's like I'm her mother.' Jaime taps the table.

Cersei smirks at him.

'You do whatever you want, I'm planning on how to save my niece.' Jaime walks out.

'I can't wait to see the day she struggles this much for you!' Cersei yells as Jaime slams the door.

'Ah.' Cersei takes a deep breath.

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