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Re: Vincent
Before Odin, and at his words, Vincent feels small. Moreso than even the swell of magics that make Asgard the Golden Realm weigh upon his now mortal body. His stomach twists at the very notion of abandoning either Andrea and his family or Asgard and his heritage.

"Lord Odin..." He hesitates, steeling himself as the worlds to respond gather in his mind.

"You offer me so much, and yet the choice you place before me is no choice at all. I can no more declare myself only a child of Midgard or a child of Asgard than you could declare yourself only the father of Mighty Thor or only the son of Great Bor. My duality is my nature. There is no choice to make."

Vincent conjures images of Kristoff and his family on Earth. "My family that I have gained are mighty and wise in their own measures, and there is no force on Midgard that I would have more faith in than they, to face whatever trials the gates of the underworld would spew forth."
The image of Andrea comes to the fore. "As for Andrea... she has my heart already, whatever its stuff may be, and has entrusted me with hers. Whatever the span of my life, it is already well spent for having had her love and having given her mine."

He drops to one knee, raising an arm across his chest. "I am Vincent, son born out of Amora the Enchantress of Asgard, fathered by Victor Von Doom of Midgard, and raised by Kristoff Vernard of Midgard. I will not abandon the realm of my birth in this time of crisis, for its need is great, and even a grain of sand may tip the scales in battle."

He lifts his head, his eyes locking on Odin's all-seeing one. "However, there is no choice to make. I am only what I was born to be, a child of two worlds. I can no sooner deny one world than deny the sun in the sky. I will do battle in your name, spill blood for our realm of Asgard, and give up all that I am unto the breaking of the world, with even what little remains to me."

Vincent winces as he lays it bare. "For so long I despised my mortal half, cursed it for leaving me an outcast in my childhood, banished to Midgard in my formative years, and tied by blood to a man I call a monster... but it has also been my link to those I have cherished most in the greater portion of my life. I cannot deny it, nor cast it aside.

Teach me what thou will, restore to me what thou will, and task me with what thou will, but I say to thee a third time, Lord Odin... there is no choice to make."

He lowers his head, and stands again. A very small laugh escapes his lips, as he smiles weakly at the All-Father. "It is the cursed and blessed fate of humans to rarely accept the paths laid before them..." He tightens his jaw, as if demanding tears not to well up through sheer force of will, as the thought of never seeing Andrea, Kristoff, or the rest of his family again ravages his mind.