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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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[storradr]

[Ragnar worried the inside of his lip as he thought everything over. He didn't know much about this woman, but most people, even the most powerful, were significantly weaker against an attack they couldn't see coming.]

She is your woman, so it is your choice. Do you believe her, or want to believe her, enough to say that we should not just kill her now?

[Of course, he's completely serious. Not that Ivar would even question such a thing.]

[ragnarsson]

I'll believe her... for now. I don't want to have to kill the mother of my child and have Winter grow up to hate me because of it, the way I hate my mother's killer.

[Perhaps he shouldn't have let that last part slip. Too much knowledge of Ragnar's future was a dangerous thing.]

But she's already out of chances with me. The minute she poses a threat or tries to take Winter away, her fate is sealed.

[storradr]

Mm. Even if you did not tell her, she would likely find out eventually.

[He raised an eyebrow at that, but refrained from asking. Despite his usual curiosity, the future felt like something he should know as little about as possible, which was odd because it was exactly the sort of thing he'd gone to the Seer to ask about many times before. In that case, however, it was the gods giving glimpses of vague events. Being told about the future from those who would live it simply felt wrong.]

You know where to find me. And she does not know me, or where I live. Gyda and I will gladly watch Winter if you need.

[ragnarsson]

[He'll never let too much slip about the future. That just involves basically saying "You and everyone you care about are dead." But sometimes, there's things Ivar forgets to hold his tongue on. Aslaug's murder still weighs heavy on his mind.]

Thank you, Father. I'll let you know if anything ever needs to be done about her.