Amunet's voice was an echo, distant behind him as his head spun as his brother under him struggled to breathe. Elli's voice too, a whisper on his mind too, beckoning, calling… She was here to take his brother away, but Ezra could not join them. Not yet.

Too focused on watching the last breaths of his brother leave his body, it wasn't until Elli was at his side with Vitus that he realized it was she which called him - she… who sounded like Elli, smelt like Elli. It was Elli, despite her different flesh. He knew it to be so. After all, she didn't look much horribly different - and her eyes; her eyes were just as he remembered them.

It was those eyes which pulled him away from a brother now gone from him. You're alive…? Ezra's eyes moved back to Vitus, to Elli and then back again. She had been given new life but that had come at a cost, or so it seemed. He didn't know what to think, what to say. That she had killed him with her return? That she should go back? But Ezra didnt fucking want her to and yet-! FUCK.

Teeth clenching, he takes a step back, stumbling as he shakes his head to try and make sense of this, to control the emotions that ravaged his mind. Meanwhile Elli begins to burn bright, wraith fueled with god-given light as runes begin a faint glow across her body. Runes he had seen in his dreams, seen on the stones circled all around them during the freedom of Fenrir-not-Fenrir. For he could not be the true deity, for he was freed and still the world did not burn! But Elli did - and so did Ezra.

For the first time he would be forced to face her with ire. He takes another step back, his head lowering and tail down, but his legs splayed and fur bristled. A defensive stance, which he would do, if he must. He would take those blows and he would let his sister take his throat if she so willed it. After all, had he already not deemed his life sacrificial for her? To find a way back to her?

No. He answered sharp, true. If she were thinking clearly, she would know Amunet had no blood of any kind on her but we all knew (and with good reason) Elli was not being rational. He knew Amuney could handle her own. She was a valkyrie in her own right… what were these called in her culture, he wondered? He didn't think to ask if there were any.

She is… Mine? He wouldn't be foolish enough to think he could call her his own. Who was he to think he ever could? She's with me.