Vincent, acquiescing to the toll of his ordeal sits down as he considers this. A long and silent few minutes pass before he lifts his head and staggers back to his feet with help once more.
"I give you my future. Vincent will father no children. His name will not be carried. No songs need be sung of my deeds by descendants. Let that they were done be proof enough of their worth." He shrugged. "And if fate dictates so, there will always be children not of blood in need of homes. The choices of the Lion of Asgard are not too good for one of its allies."
He paused, then cleared his throat and smiled again. "I would ask that you part me from the spirit of my sacrifice, rather than the flesh, my Lord."
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