In hindsight, Ragnar realized, they were both ignorant in accordance to one another and, given their different views in regards to religion would always be so because he would always believe that he was right just as Bazi would always believe that she was right. She screeched at him, an abrupt and rather annoying sound, that he was wrong. There would never be anything more than their inability - willing or otherwise - to understand each other. In turn, Ragnar thought she was wrong, all the while getting upset about something that had not concerned her in the least bit. The ritual had not been meant for her and she should not have been spying upon it, but she did and that was why they were here in the first place. The drunk Viking and the screeching girl.