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[ragnarsson]

Wait, so I just speak? That's how it works?...Fine...This is Ivar Ragnarsson. Do what you will.

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[ragnarsson]

Yes. And now you see why I have trouble staying in a room with the man for more than ten minutes without wanting to throw an axe at him.

[Not hyperbole there. He's done it more times than he can count. Dodger annoys him just that much.]

Souls like Christian souls? The things that go to Heaven when people die?

[The Vikings had an idea of a soul, but it was far different than anything else, made up of four parts, and rather complicated.]

[soulsflight]

I knew a guy like that. He thought he could fix everything himself and that I should just trust my sister in his care. (Like hell will she ever do that.) Every time he pissed me off, I punched him.

(Then it continued five hundred years later.)

The essence of people. I don't know what Christian means. I'm not sure about Heaven either, but the new world was paradise compared to the last.

We weren't slaves or soldiers there and we could finally live the lives we always wanted.

[ragnarsson]

Sounds like a good way to deal with people. I'd punch Dodger if I didn't like my blades better.

[Also, he was careful about what he did with his hands. He didn't have his legs. If he lost use of his hands, he'd have nothing left.]

They say that's what might happen after Ragnarok, the end of the world. That the world will be reborn at the end of it all.