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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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[like_quicksilver]

[She didn't like how he sounded, but she forced herself to continue speaking.] I hate us not talking. I'm sorry I couldn't defend myself, I'm sorry for being weak inspite of your training.

[The words come out fast, perhaps too blunt, but she's tired of holding them back.]

[ragnarsson]

[Whatever he's expecting her to say, it isn't that. He's blinking in surprise even though she can't see his expression.]

You're sorry? Gyda, this was my fault.

[What kind of a Viking couldn't even keep his own family safe?]

[like_quicksilver]

[It was true, a viking had to protect his family, but he tried. Yet, Gyda wondered..no, she knew she wasn't yet ready.] I should've been faster in the first place. If I was, you wouldn't have had to walk us both in the first place.

You were able to get us both to safety, that couldn't have been easy.

[ragnarsson]

But I shouldn't have allowed this to happen in the first place.

[That was his job, to protect his little sister. He had failed at that duty and now he was carrying around the guilt of it.]

[like_quicksilver]

[She fiddles with the device. Perhaps the fault was on them both; her for believing she was ready, him for taking her and thinking she was ready.] Could you help me, until if or when there is a cure?

Whoever's fault it is, won't give my sight back. I am trying to learn how to work and cope with not being able to see, but it's frustrating.