Re: Vincent
For a long few moments, Vincent cannot find words. Then, like clay coming off of steel during forging, something crumbles inside of him, giving way to resolve. His eyes flash as his gaze latches onto Odin once more.
"Then I am an Asgardian, until Ragnarok, the end of all things, and the breaking of the world." His fists tighten. "I bare all truths now. I make this choice not to restore the blood of my mother to my being, for truly, blood is all she is to me. I make this choice to defend the golden realm and to seek the definition of myself.
I have and will always be a child of two worlds, but both of my blood have been trifling pieces of my life. Before you, and at your side this day stands not Vincent, son of Amora, not Vincent, son of Doom, but Vincent, lover of Andrea Denker, apprentice of Jennifer Kale, and brother of Kristoff Vernard. Let me be known and judged accordingly. I seek my true self and a true name. "
He raises a hand and pinches the bridge of his nose. He will not cry. He will not.
"If there now be a verse of my fate, then I would hear it, my lord."
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