"Lucius: Who is your father? Cerran: Tyrus Harlaw, the Lord Defender of the Iron Islands. Lucius: Harlaw? You're ironborn. Cerran: Dunno if you can still call me ironborn. Would you still be considered ironborn if you leave your home to work for the northmen, your bittered enemies? "What is dead may never die, but rises stronger and harder" Well, I died, and I've never risen. Lucius: I'm sure your father still loves you. Cerran: Unlikely, little lord. Very unlikely."