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There was little in life that could truly measure up to how passionate he was about his Gods, how whole-heartedly he was devoted. He did not always share much with others, having once coveted it in the presence of strangers but that would null and void Odinn’s commands. This was one of the reasons why Odinn had called him to this place - to spread the word of his Gods and to rise up a new Viking settlement. Both would provide to be challenges but Odinn had chosen him to rise to each challenge, and Björn was entirely willing. Pump spoke of not really liking the idea of life after death, which was strange to him, but the savage let it go with an errant and careful slight rise and fall of his left, uninjured shoulder. To each their own, he supposed. “I suppose that makes sense,” Björn murmured, but in reality he refused to believe that after death there was vast nothingness. It would be boring and …awful. Maybe each “heaven” was different for each person based on their beliefs. He would go to Valhalla and she would drift endlessly in sleep. “I would be too bored with a never ending sleep, though.” He admitted with a soft chuckle. Indeed, he could barely stand laying about for too long as it was. He had been itching to get up and move about a few days after he had woken up after the toll of his injury had slammed into him.