I'm saying it because I have to. Because I want you to live.
[He gestures, without looking, to his arm, and the blood in the grass.]
Why would she do this to you? Is this how magic is supposed to be like with your mom? Hurting yourself, bleeding all over the ground just to make a tree grow? What kind of messed-up spell is this? Have you ever had to do this before?
[If he's wrong about this, at least he'll know more about Frigga, perhaps more than he'd ever want to know. But the idea of a mother making her child bleed all over the ground, asking him to do it, smiling like that when he's getting weaker and weaker... it's wrong. It's so wrong.]
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[He gestures, without looking, to his arm, and the blood in the grass.]
Why would she do this to you? Is this how magic is supposed to be like with your mom? Hurting yourself, bleeding all over the ground just to make a tree grow? What kind of messed-up spell is this? Have you ever had to do this before?
[If he's wrong about this, at least he'll know more about Frigga, perhaps more than he'd ever want to know. But the idea of a mother making her child bleed all over the ground, asking him to do it, smiling like that when he's getting weaker and weaker... it's wrong. It's so wrong.]