I understand. My father left. For ten fucking years. We didn't know if he was even alive or dead until he comes back one day, challenging any of us to kill him so we could become king.

[Viking family life problems. They were a doozy.]

Four is definitely too many. One is good. Two maybe.

[Aw, Lola. He pats her on the shoulder. She's one of the few people small enough that he can actually reach.]

I never knew you were afraid of being alone.