Huginn: He has unleashed the valkyrior. He collects the slain and prepares for the last days. When could we ever have stopped him? Were we ever really his counsellors?

Muninn: All is not lost. The valkyrior are blind, and there are still heroes. We have never tamed the storm, but its wielder can be guided, nudged.

H: (despairing) How?

M: A thought is a raindrop. In the fjord, it is nothing. But the fjord is a million melted frozen raindrops. And the ghost of each raindrop is mine.

H: But he sees no meaning but his own!

M: There is only water in the fjord.

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