"And yet..." She laughed softly, out was bitter though, "He will always feel like he failed you." Then she offered him a grin, slow and wicked, "I would enjoy seeing your sister's face as you claw your way from Hel." Though, silently, she found she'd wished she could spare him that fate. He deserved better. He'd stepped up, and in her eyes redeemed himself but she couldn't take him.
That frustrated the Valkyrie to no end. His end should have been Valhalla. Not Hel.
"You never know. Might be something interesting." She let out a sigh, "Well, I'm predictably on one of the defense squads, I think there are a bunch of magic users with a different approach than our uses of seidr, plenty of entertainment venues."