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gjalla was silent as he spoke, absorbing the tale as though she were pulling it apart in her mind.

her gaze did not soften, but it did not carry judgment either. it was not pity that she felt for him—no, it was something colder, something closer to recognition. it is familiar. like a wound that did not scab over, but festered beneath the skin.

and yet, even as he bared his grievance, she remained unreadable.

"so it is revenge, then," she said at last.

she did not argue the legitimacy of his claim. she did not ask if there was more to the story, if he had done anything to warrant what was done to him. the great bear had taken his eye, exiled him, humiliated him—now he would return the wound tenfold.

a fitting enough fate, perhaps as well-deserved as he said. gjalla exhaled, slow and measured, tilting her head as she considered him. "i will fight for you, sun eater."