She ignored his last comments, because she had no intention of going anywhere. Not now, not ever. And someday, she was going to convince him of that. Someday, she would explain to him that she was never going to allow anyone to take anything else away from her ever again, not even him. Because that's what he was trying to do. He was taking himself away from her, and Sigyn felt like she had to clasp him even tighter. In a way, the bowl was just a substitute, because what she was really trying to do was hold on to him.
But for the moment, she decided to answer his question. Not because it was a good topic, or she wanted to discuss it. Because he was actually talking to her, asking her things, having a conversation. And whatever the subject matter, it felt good to have him speak to her again. She'd missed talking to him so very much. She'd talked at him, but to have actual dialogue with him made her chest ache with relief.
“Weregild?” Sigyn shook her head. “What are they going to give us, Loki, that could ever be enough for what they've done? Besides, if I did, and they complied, they'd think it was done. They'd think the matter was settled, they'd be able to set aside their responsibility. No, I want them to live with the dishonor they did. I am not giving them a way to ease their consciousnesses.”
It was bitter and hard, but what mother wouldn't be after having her children taken from her that way? After watching her sons suffer? After being forced to watch such disgrace and desecration of all that was left of a dearly cherished child? Sigyn had so much sadness in her soul that some days it threatened to pull her down, but her anger burned hot enough that it gave her a purpose. So she held on to it. It wasn't good for her, on some level, she knew that. But it was all she had right now.
“I think you may be right, though,” she conceded. “I will have to go. I am the only one that can. But the question is, where do I go?”
Sigyn looked out the door, contemplating the options, holding her silence while she did so. Finally, she mused aloud, “I cannot go to them. They might think it would absolve them of their culpability for what they did to the boys if I asked for some things to give us comfort here. Or worse... they might not let me come back.”