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Re: Vincent
Odin looks on Vincent for several long moments, looking almost sad.

"Thou dost not understand, I fear. Tis not me presenting thee the choice. Thou'rt unique in all the nine worlds. For all mine power, I hath no choice. I wilt live mine life, and die at the jaws of the Fenris Wolf. Mine son shalt fight, take seven steps back, and die after slaying Jormungandr. This /ist/ what it ist to be Asgardian. We art not gods because we hath great power. We art not immortal beings because of some cosmic accident. We art blooded so because we hold the world in our hands - one day, nothing else shalt matter. All we hath sown, all pleasures, all friends, all loves, all passions shalt be set aside... and we... shalt... die. This ist our fate, this ist what it meanst to be of Asgardian blood.

Tis not me presenting thee some fool's choice. Thou'rt special, thou'rt blessed... thy mother's indiscretion hast bought thee a moment in which thou mayst choose... ist there a verse of the Prose Edda written for thee... or ist there not. E'en with mine sacrifice, until this ver' moment, I cannot see thee in the weave of fate. For this moment, and this moment only, unique of /all/ born of an Asgardian, thy fate ist thine own.

This wilt determine thy place not only today... but upon the day of Ragnarok. If thou choosest to abandon all of thy Midgard friends, then fate shalt draw thee here. No force on all the nine worlds wilt stop it.

/OR/ thou canst untwine thyself from fate. I shalt teach thee magics that wilt replace some part of what thou hast lost. But if thou'rt not willing to make the sacrifice of /everything/, friends, family, love, passion... that all others of the blood hath, then thou'rt not an Asgardian in thy heart. Thou canst return to Midgard, and none shalt hold it against thee, and thou shalt hath what mortals hath, and more... a life of thine own choosing, thine own loves, thine own family.

E'en for all mine power, Vincent, I cannot give both paths to thee. I wouldst if I couldst, but this is the moment where either thou shalt take up the sword and grab fast to the threads of fate, and be fore'er bound in them...
Or thou mayst fly to thy friends aid now in their time of trial, and mayhap e'en their deaths. Thou mayst defend Midgard as one of its heroes, and mayhap by thy warning, save them. Thou shalt learn powerful magics, and thee and Andrea's days shalt be one and the same. And in so doing, thou shalt hath thy thread of fate cut, and be thine own man to define.

But thou /cannot/ do both. It ist blessing enow that thou hast a choice which Odin dost not, which Thor dost not, which Amora dost not, which Svalin dost not... tis a blessing, but it ist only thy blessing once.

Choose. Death for Asgard, forsaking all else, or stand with thine friends and family, truly a member of the noble Fantastic Four - family united to the end. The choice is thine. But... thou...must...choose."