In the name of our dead father, in the name of Ragnar Lothbrok, the greatest hero of our country, and in the name of Odin, we declare war on the whole world.
You have your mother’s common sense but your father’s devilment. I see them fighting. Let your mother win.
I like to remember what my father taught me. That at one point or another, we were all new to this world.
A priest never grows up, because he can never become a father. He’ll always be a son. That is why we imposed a vow of celibacy on ourselves thirteen centuries ago, because we must always be the sons of God, never dare try to take His place.
Your father loves you very much and would do anything to save you. But I love you in a different way. I love you enough to kill you.