hold the heathen hammer high

An empire cannot be built in a day, but it can burn in one. Víðarr strikes a delicate balance now. Though he lives to upset the status quo and loves nothing more than seizing the day, the timing needed to be right. He needed to have the strength, he needed to have the connections, he needed to understand the landscape that he was about to change. That understanding was hard to come by, at least by any means other than experience.

Hattori's words are confirmation of things that Víðarr suspected. "That is why men like you and me are important." Maybe he's being bold in showing his read on the man, but it seems to be something that both understand. The words carry weight where they stand in the air between them. Still, Víðarr can't reveal too much. In some ways, he may have said too much already. No matter, though.

A gentle change in subject, the shadow remembers something. "Ah, before I forget-- congratulations Hattori, you are going to be a grandfather." Víðarr delivers the news with a warmth, though he was curious to see the man's reaction. The viking, for one, was excited. Always excited about the prospect of children in the landscape, and he adored them so. He didn't know if they'd be the koi's first grandchildren, and he wasn't close enough to Kuroki to ask. Still, any grandchildren were good grandchildren. Any children were good children. A sign of the times, and a sign of the band thriving. Something to be pleased about.

"Viðarr"