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Return to the life I had? That option left me long ago. (...) If I want a future, I'm going to have to cut it from the hands of fate myself.

-We can make our own way; we always have. - Aldrik cupped her cheek boldly, and Vhalla didn't stop him. - What have we to lose?
-Everything?
-Is that all?

-I told you once - Aldrik continued - that I am not a good man.
-You did - Vhalla met his eyes once more.
-That I have never been a good man. - Aldrik took a step forward, moonlight outlining his form in silver. - But I realized that I was only the man I've let myself be. That if I want something beautiful in my life, if I wanted you, I had to make myself a person that could be the soil in which such beauty could take root.

Listen. They do not see you for what you are. Or perhaps, they see you only for what you are upon the surface. Don't let them define you.

Love was a simple emotion, Vhalla had learned. Once one experienced it, a person understood it, and there was no doubt when one felt it. If there was no doubt, then nothing would ever serve as a substitute.
Vhalla knew she understood love. Love was throwing herself into a sandstorm. Love was braving her darkest fears and battling her demons. Love was a blind dash through a Northern jungle. Love was hopeful words shared across a pillow in the darkness. Love was bravery and - perhaps most importantly - forgiveness.

- I trust you. I trust you, not them. (...)
That was the truth of it. When the cards fell, when all else was taken away, there remained the assumption that the other would be there - that somehow their existence as unit, as force, remained.

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