The Choice - Bob

As Víðarr nears, gets a better look at the stranger, he certainly doesn't look well. His attention is split, though. More wolves have come to join, including Delphi-- Delphi. A fondness coloring his expression, though her words don't ring true in his head. "How you've grown, gumman," gaze shining, tone gentle. Taking a step towards her without hesitation, the gravity of the situation entire lost on him. He doesn't... he doesn't remember the situation surrounding his departure. Pieces of his memory missing, chunks of time lost to the void.

Astraios, and then Sedna, too, appear. The boy had turned into something larger, stronger, than he anticipated. A good kid, even if he had a hard time admitting it. But Sedna... Víðarr's fondness for the woman slipping across his face, though she has a healer's focus. Taking a long step toward her, despite her no-nonsense attitude in the whole thing. "You saw the fireflies?" A strange feeling welling up in his stomach, especially given the fact he'd never quite sorted out what they meant.

Strangers, too, had begun to gather. Not-quite strangers, he knows Medusa, though not well. Any thoughts about them were driven from his mind as the tawny creature begins to gag and retch, the shadow's icy gaze settling on the peculiarity once more. When it comes to the mass of worms, his eyes go wide. "Helvete," a step forward, toward the... well, it's not danger. But toward the mass of spit covered worms, still wriggling-- "The worms are still alive?" An observation, though Víðarr's gaze flickers back over the two healers he trusts most in the land of the living.

There are thoughts in the back of his mind as well, things Víðarr can't help but consider. Before he can stop himself, a single question slips past his lips. "Loki?" Was the trickster god responsible for this, for all of this? Though Víðarr's steps don't tremble, the confusion and age clouding his thoughts are fairly plain.

"Víðarr"