TYWIN
Tyrion. Put down that crossbow. TYRION:
Shakes his head slowly
TYWIN
Who released you? Your brother, I expect. He always had a soft spot for you. Come, we’ll go and talk in my chambers—
TYRION
All my life, you’ve wanted me dead.
TYWIN
Yes. But you refuse to die. I respect that. Admire it, even. You fight for what’s yours.