And when the Faceless Men come to kill me, I’ll say, ‘No, you have the wrong man, I’m a different dwarf with a hideous facial scar.’ ” Both Lannisters laughed at the absurdity of it all. Then Jaime went to one knee and kissed him quickly once on each cheek, his lips brushing against the puckered ribbon of scar tissue. “Thank you, Brother,” Tyrion said. “For my life.” “It was … a debt I owed you.” Jaime’s voice was strange. “A debt?” He cocked his head. “I do not understand.” “Good. Some doors are best left closed.”
