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[needsnoheadsman]

Would that there was. [Once upon a time he might've dismissed those claims, but after months in Asgard, after dying and coming back twice, after everything he's seen? He isn't so quick to do so now.]

I mislike it still, but knowing what happens to them in Westeros--they're a great deal safer here. [In the middle of a warzone, and what does it say about the state of their world that Asgard is safer?]

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[exiling]

[ If only she could feel the same about her own kin. ]

Did you ever find your words, the ones to tell them?

[ About those secrets? ]

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[needsnoheadsman]

I did. It was a hard thing to speak of to them, but I did.

[And each talk had felt like he was driving a dagger through his heart, only--he knows what that feels like, and talking with his family, telling then of how he died is a great deal more painful than that. A dagger through the heart, at least, is a quick death, a flash of pain before the darkness takes over.

This--this is an old wound, but one that keeps opening, keeps bleeding, because he keeps reopening them himself, to show to his family. Because they'd deserved truth, and he couldn't let them down there, not when he's already done so one too many times.]