His mismatched eyes followed her speech intently, vision making up for the deafness as it had all his life as he processed her words. He wanted to believe what she said, wanted to believe that life in Valhalla was different than the life he had lived with his family, but he could not bring himself to put aside his suspicion and skepticism. Still, Tyr was far from stupid. The chance he was being offered - the chance for consistent meals, to have a family that cared for him, protected him, to have purpose for the first time in his life - he would be a fool to pass it up. No doubt in his mind that it was not going to live up to the lines she was selling him, but it would be better than starving to death, or being torn apart by the first surly rogue to be offended by his existence.
His gaze dropped to the kill at his feet when he considered her words about him. A cynical knife twisted in his heart. There was no strong wolf hidden in him. Just a coward, a cripple, weak and with nothing going for him. He was just there to take up space and air. Nothing more. But despite it all he didn't have it in him to just give up and die. He hadn't even when Hroovitnir was alive, and he wouldn't now that he'd had a taste of freedom.
He automatically tore at the meat, chewing it mechanically as he thought. It took only the space of that time to come to a decision, and he choked down the meat to speak. Meeting Erani's gaze with trepidation, he told her in a quiet voice, "I'll join Valhalla, if you're sure you want me."
"Speech"
|
