Jaime believes, believes like someone born and raised in the community, like someone blessed with a good life, a happy life. Even the atrocities that have taken place here haven't quite managed to shake his belief in God, but it's shaken him as to how much can actually be done, what he's supposed to do, how far they're supposed to stretch things.

The Spectre told him that he would be watching him if he ever strays from the path of goodness. Jaime just wishes that someone told him what that was.

Underneath different circumstances, Jaime would be aware that he's asking something deeply personal. Now, he simply sounds as lost as he looks. "Do you?"