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“Why destroy something that someone cared enough to build?”
“We are all born to die,”
“Hate does no one any good,” he shrugged. “Sometimes killing has to be done, but do not do it with hate in your heart. It will eat at you, like maggots laid beneath the skin.”
But Vigrið is not fair. All that can make the world fair is this.” Thorkel leaned forward in his chair and put a finger to Breca’s temple. “Your thought-cage. The choices you make. Choose to treat others fairly: you’ll sleep better for it.”
“No, this is my home,” Orka said, placing her palm over Thorkel’s chest. “You and Breca are my home. Wherever we are together, that is home to me.”
“I am blood. I am death, I am vengeance,”
“Death is my only companion.
Everything is a choice, her father had said to her once. Truth or lie, fight or flight, love or hate.
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I am blood. I am vengeance, I am death.
She thought of what to do next, of the choices before her. Sometimes there are no choices. We are swept along in a current not of our own choosing. She clenched her jaw, teeth grinding. I will be the current. I will be the course.
“Time is a gift, not for wasting,”
“Killing’s always come easy to me,” Orka said. She sniffed. “Not something I’m proud of, but there it is. And I don’t hesitate.”
Pride and shame, she thought. Both enemies of a long life.
“Sounds like there are many ways for that plan to go wrong,” Lif said. “Like, how will you get away?” “All plans go wrong,” Orka said with a shrug. “And when this one does, we will improvise.”
“To be young and naive,” she said. “Blood is always the answer.”
