You and me both. Stubbornness got me through a lot when all I heard my entire childhood were things like, 'So when is he going to die?'

[Yes, people said this right in front of him. Vikings were never the most tactful group of people.]

I decided I just wasn't going to do it out of sheer spite.

[Her question makes grief flicker across his face again, quickly, and then replaced by something more shuttered off.]

My mother. She died around the same time he did. And some of my brothers. [Only some though. Sigurd he could have done without.] And my uncle Floki.