sorry to break it to ya kid <| sep |> Lorent hadn ' t expected much going into their visit . Neither he or the Lord of Riverrun were known for being particularly pleasant people , and it seemed they cared little for niceties or maintaining appearances . At the very least , the Tully would speak his mind , mostly . Your faithless hide . The words drew a small laugh from Lorent but there was no joy or mirth in it . All it was , was the sound of bitter amusement , echoing in the walls of the near empty Sept . Agree to disagree , I suppose , Lorent said . The son had gotten one good trait from his father he didn ' t hide what a piece of shit he was , the difference was the son had embraced it wholly , whereas the father prayed to idols in the sky . Then again , didn ' t they all ? To trees , the tide , shadows , and the flames ? Or louder yet . gold ? He watched as the Tully ' s eyes moved from him , to the statue behind him . The Crone , if memory served . Lorent didn ' t feel like turning . At the question , Lorent exhaled deeply and stepped forward , clasping his hands behind him as he stared up at the statue of the Father . Stone cold , motionless , and yet its stare commanded more respect than most men in King ' s Landing . Once , the Father had been the statue he prayed most to . For justice to be done to all the wrongdoers of the world and to pray for the souls of the dearly departed . Soon he would join the realm of the Father . He wondered briefly who would pray for his soul ? Lorent moved from the Father , to the Stranger , his footfalls heavy in the air . Very well , Lord Tully . Lorent said , speaking softly . It ' s said that the Riverlands has bled more than any other place in the Seven Kingdoms during times of war , so I will speak plainly to you , as you would do for me , He chuckled . An odd time to find humor , even the sardonic kind . The whispers say that war is coming because of my actions , my greed , ambitions . They are wrong . War is already upon us , and only men like you and I can see the wheels turning , the pieces falling into place . We are but a cogs in the machine , and I am as helpless to its whims as any other man . You may call me a liar as everyone else will , but I care not , and it changes nothing . As you by now have already guessed , Orys Waters is a bastard no more , and it is not my ambition , but his own father ' s misguided affections that would see him on the throne . King Axel was a good man , but he was many other things he lacked discipline , principles , restraint , and he denied himself a trueborn son because he thought his brother better suited to rule than he was . I loved him as a brother , a friend , but only upon his deathbed did I see who he truly was . Selfish , vain , consumed with regret and his perceived failures in life . In the end , he wept like a coward , ravaged by guilt . In the end , Lorent said again , He said to me that he would not see his line come to an end , that he would see his son legitimized and made king .