[ His lips twist in a smile, biting at them. Whatever this residual feeling is in his chest, this tightness, he hates it. Breathing is never this hard. ]
I should think a god takes their mightiness to other arenas! What say you, son of Odin, would you rather loiter in excess? Ah, but so you do tonight, I see! My question answers itself like the snake eating its own tail.
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I should think a god takes their mightiness to other arenas! What say you, son of Odin, would you rather loiter in excess? Ah, but so you do tonight, I see! My question answers itself like the snake eating its own tail.