Mercy? [She nearly spat the word, thrusting the knife at the air, as though it was him she were striking.] What mercy? He would have loved you and been at your side, as you were with your father. But you looked at him and thought he was you.

[Whatever she might have used to rise in the world and support him, it didn't alter that she believed in the Gods and what she knew to be true of them.]

Odin gave his eye so that he could see things truly. He was marked, different as you are, but if he were in front of you now, would you think that it is mercy to kill him? You achieved more than your brothers without your legs but you did not give Baldur the chance to prove the same.

[Her son. She had not even been able to hold him long before he was ripped away. It was painful, the sort of suffering she imagined Odin felt when he hung himself from Yggdrasil. That had been self inflicted, this was imposed on her.]

You wage war with your brothers and you wage war with the Gods.