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Leave it to Elyss to be able to grab the bull by the horns and forcibly tear him out of his slump, her words assaulting his ears as he nodded along vigorously at what she said. Her words where true in that they reached into his being making him think of the now rather than the past misstake. This would serve a as a reminder that he would not forget again, he could not forget again. Such was the way the world worked and his old mind would soon become fresh again.
It had to.
But none the less he'd listen deeply to the two converse, in the mean time ordering his own miniature feast. It was easily enough to feed the three of them, but the revelation that it was all for Arkin was rather comedic in the moment. For the entire time they spoke he was ordering more and more food, all types of Yakitori, roasted meats, and rices for days. So when Elyss said she'd simply have what Arkin would be caused the server eyes to widen briefly before furiously scribbling. They would bow again and again as they walked away leaving a rather large container of sake for the three of them, and plate cups to serve themselves.
Naturally, the big man would poor them all glasses. His head shooting back as he down'd his with a satisified grin before finally realizing the two of them waited to hear his reasons to get stronger. Before he blinked briefly thinking on such things. Before a loud 'hmpf' escaped his lips like thunder clapping in a storm, it was a deep chuckle.
"I have a dream yes, but it not the reason I seek to grow stronger."
The man let out a loud grumble roll from his throat, as the grin slowly seemed to settle into a forlorn smile. As if the dream which he thought of was so far away, so distant that it caused sorrow and happiness all in one. But he'd stare off as he spoke, as if trying catch a glimpse of the flicker of that dream.
"My dream is that I shall live the rest of my days next to brothers and sisters, that I shall honor them. That my death will be beside them and I shall find redemption. I am not the type of man, who seeks to impose their will onto the world. I fought for others dreams, I fight for men and women far better than me. Those the gods have chosen to change the world. In that way, I serve my purpose. I am but a simple viking, destined to forever fight for the glory of other people."
There was a level of knowing in it as if despite the lowly purpose he spoke of, he felt immense pride in it. For why was not life not valuble as it stood, was it not worthy to simply follow others? All he wished for was to live a good life, one which endorsed his life style. He let others decide what was right and wrong, and he followed their words because he was sworn to. That was his dream, to simply fight and die besides those he loved.
That faint smile seemed to grow bigger once again, as he settled on the vibrant red head and the young man.
"I grow stronger because the gods will it. Perhaps my strength shall be harvested by a worthy commander. Perhaps I am only this strong so I can propel greater people to higher heights. But I am content with that. When I sit upon the halls of Valhalla, sharing stories of the great Rognar Lothbrok or Unn The Deep Minded, I shall always be able to claim witness to many great heroes. Such as you two! I hope to tell great stories when you two have climbed further the heights of fate than I can go."