He forces his arm to move. There's a grinding noise, he does it anyway, to put a hand on hers.
"Thou speakst true. In thine duty to many things, mayhap thou didst fail. And in time, thou wilt redeem thineself. I hath no worry of't, for thou'rt the best of us. But thou hast a difficult duty... I do not envy thee for't. I wouldst hath failed too set to such a task. I hath an easy way - I know well that by mine one task, I protect thee and Asgard. There needst be no question of't.
But thou didst not fail me, not e'er. If I hadst the honor to sacrifice mine life for thine, I wouldst die with mine only regret being that I couldst not do it again.
But if thou needst some peace, methinks I canst offer it to thee."
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