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[The screen of their communicators flickers to life with a fluorescent glow. Initially, there's only a hint of someone there-- thick red fabric, chain mail, a hammer.]

I had prayed to come to good tidings. Greet friends, and assuage fears. To bolster thy strength with mine own.

Instead, I come here haunted by past misgivings I thought requited, by a name all too familiar to me. If you know him as well, I would like to speak to him.

[It doesn't sound like a request. The image swings up high to a broad faced man with long blonde hair. A winged helmet. His eyebrows are drawn down across a brow rigid as though it were carved from stone.]

To my friend.

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[ifhebeworthy]

I died.

[Well, that was abrupt. He seems to be taking it rather well.]

This was not the great hall of Valhalla that I had expected, truly.

I think it's more like seven times?? damn son

[shutterbugged]

[ Wow. So much for changing to a lighter subject. That went terribly. ]

Oh. Uh. That's a real bummer, I'm... sorry for you and your family's loss?

If it makes you feel any better, I totally died and came back one time and I'm not a god of anything, so--I figure your chances are pretty good, even if you do get Ported home again.

Or maybe it was twice. Maybe three times, if we're getting technical? Let's say two.

[ifhebeworthy]

What is done is done, Peter. I have no regrets. To defend that which I cherish, I would gladly give my life as payment.

[Technically he had a clone after he died, too, Pete!]

[shutterbugged]

I get it, believe me. I just wish you hadn't had to prove it.

[ Beat. ] Still betting you twenty bucks you're gonna come back, though.