Beauty

Huginn: The sunset is so beautiful.

Muninn: You said that after Dresden, and when all those Alexandrias burned, and when Krakatoa blew its top. The fire glints in your eyes and you can't help yourself, and you say it is beautiful while the stench of corpses rises to the skies.

H: (embarrassed) What's that on your claw?

M: It is one side of eternity.

H: It looks like a ring. It is very... you.

M: Yes. It also is beautiful.