Vitus's bright blue eyes lock onto Wardruna's as she spoke of the same thing he had seen, comfort may not be something he is used to giving or recieving, but perhaps his surety in unraveling his dreams and visions would be enough.
That is the point of Valhalla, of Ragnarok, all things must end, but it will begin again, and again.The world rots, the rot feeds new life.
But we can delay our end...for now
He looked away then, at the petals, what had they to do with this?
These petals though...