Releasing her hand as they approach her father, Vincent kneels before Thor.
"Your praise humbles me, Lord Thor. I am only too happy to serve the realm of my birth,--" a pause "--and death."
There was an eerie sensation of knowing where your death would come, if not when. Like the sparse comfort of pulling a moth-eaten blanket over oneself.
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