“All warriors die, Dresden,” Gard replied. “And if they die in the course of being true to their duty and honor, most would count that a fitting end to a worthy life. She did.” I nodded. “Fuck worthy,” I said quietly, miserably. “I miss her.” Silent seconds went by while I went briefly blind.
Harry and Gard about loosing Murphy and Hendricksen, and them being claimed to the halls of Valhalla.
