I am the master of my fate

Do none of you miss your homelands? I ask sincerely. No one here ever mentions where he'd come from, no one speaks of his faith, his ways, his history... it's a wretched thing for a man in exile to never speak his country's name. Or is it that you have no countries at all? None of you?

I am Ilyigan. No manner of exile would change that. I am Ilyigan, I drank sunlight and honor, sailing and city politics and glasswork with my mother's milk. And I do not understand the rest of you.