Re: We fear nights and death.
Fair enough. A dash of sass never killed a man before. He knew. He'd looked it up. "No one can say whether or not your behavior was normal or atypical, Rhia. No one has ever been in those exact circumstances - with your soul, your feelings, your memories." Pétr stood and looked down where Rhia tried to readjust in her seat. "However..." the broad-shouldered 'Jinjr' cleared his throat and shifted. "If I were to have met my father in adulthood, whether or not he was a beast, I would at least like to figure him out. Peg down his nature, what have you. Perhaps," he smirked, "so that I would know what I might look to expect in my own children." Knowledge was power. And if Pétr ever had children, he hoped they inherited his father's steadfastness, but not his outlook on women. "He is your mountain to climb," and what a mountain Freyr was, "or you can take the valley and never know the view from up above." Hard path, easy path, she understood him.