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"We Must Learn to Live Together as Brothers or Perish Together as Fools"
-Martin Luther King Jr
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Sigrid yells as she brings her sword down onto Colin's, her swings harsh and strong.
The Ymir's could tell something was up, she was teaching them, teaching her nephews to be strong, teaching Floki to take better care of himself and their nephews.
Spending time with them.
She even taught Sam to wield a sword properly.
Sigrid knew they had limited time together with everything coming down on them and Sigrid knew it wouldn't be long till something or someone killed her.
"Sigrid!", Jon calls out, the woman steps away from Colin as she knocks him down and looks up to the Lord Commander.
"I need to talk to you", Jon says.
She nods and looks to Colin who takes her shield and training sword.
Sigrid jumps up onto the platform and walks with the Commander towards his office.
"What's happening?", Sigrid asks, "how would you feel about heading North again".
"Bout time", Sigrid answers, "I've talked to Tormund, I want to bring the Wildlings through", Jon states.
"And you're worried about the men?", she questions, sitting in the seat across from Jon.
Jon nods as he sits behind his desk.
"Do it, half of them already hate you but you'll still have quite a few of us", she states.
"Guessing were heading to Hardhome?", she asks.
Jon nods and Sigrid looks to the man, "your going to talk to the lads now aren't you?", Jon nods, "well you'll have me and Colin behind you".
"What about the others?", Jon asks, "I'm sending Floki with Ulric and Emrys to Nethilor", Sigrid states.
"Why not Colin too?", "Ulric's legs won't let him run very far, Floki will look over him, Emory won't leave Ulric, not now", Sigrid states.
Jon looks at the female confused.
"He's her mate", Sigrid states.
"You should call a meeting", Sigrid suggests, Jon nods and leaves the woman who watches after him.
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