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Are rolled his eyes in an uncharacteristic display of arrogance, smiling at the notion of someone not seeing things for what they where.
"Dead, stone cold, smacked by an oar and sent to Ägir's domains. Spat out here in Hel, a drowned cobbler don't go to Valhall. he recited the short version of his story, leaving out the parts that still made his heart ache. The harsh way in which he faced the truth that he was never destined for anything beyond what transpired left a sour taste in his mouth. His smile fading and leaving behind a worrisome grimace, a shadow of what joy he felt before the reminder.
"As a matter of fact, we're all dead. Why else would we be here?" Are asked, not letting the subject rest like he should. A far too fresh wound to poke and prod at, especially with someone he didn't even knew existed an hour before.
Then he sighed and under his breath cursed his mood. "It changes nothing. Dead or not, the world is what we make of it. Father liked to tell me that." lightening up slightly he reminded himself of the man whose words had gotten him a long way, words that now provided comfort as the memory of home slowly faded away.
"Dead, stone cold, smacked by an oar and sent to Ägir's domains. Spat out here in Hel, a drowned cobbler don't go to Valhall. he recited the short version of his story, leaving out the parts that still made his heart ache. The harsh way in which he faced the truth that he was never destined for anything beyond what transpired left a sour taste in his mouth. His smile fading and leaving behind a worrisome grimace, a shadow of what joy he felt before the reminder.
"As a matter of fact, we're all dead. Why else would we be here?" Are asked, not letting the subject rest like he should. A far too fresh wound to poke and prod at, especially with someone he didn't even knew existed an hour before.
Then he sighed and under his breath cursed his mood. "It changes nothing. Dead or not, the world is what we make of it. Father liked to tell me that." lightening up slightly he reminded himself of the man whose words had gotten him a long way, words that now provided comfort as the memory of home slowly faded away.
