THEY KILLED 
YOUR 𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙎.
YOUR 𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙔.
YOUR 𝙋𝙀𝙊𝙋𝙇𝙀.

AND THEN THEY 
TOOK YOUR 𝗖𝗥𝗢𝗪𝗡, 
FORCING YOU OFF 
OF THE THRONE.
THEY SPAT IN YOUR
FACE, TOLD YOU 
YOU WEREN'T 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗬.
THAT YOU DIDN'T
DESERVE TO BE
CALLED ODINSON.

AND FOR WHAT?
𝗞𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 A FEW 
PEOPLE?

𝗩𝗜𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 WAS 
YOUR ONLY COMFORT. 
SHE WAS THE 
SHOULDER TO CRY ON, 
THE ALTERNATIVE TO 
THE SOOTHING WORDS 
YOUR MOTHER USED 
TO BRING WITH 
RESTLESS NIGHTS 
OF HORRORS.

𝗩𝗜𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 WAS A 
DRUG, AND YOU
HAD BECOME 
𝘼𝘿𝘿𝙄𝘾𝙏𝙀𝘿.

BESIDES, YOU NO
LONGER CARED WHAT
THE WORLD THOUGHT
OF "𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥."
HE WAS DEAD, AND HE
WASN'T COMING BACK.