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A week had passed and Tyr was now only regaining consciousness, he was out cold for a full week but he was still far too weak to get up from bed. 

Njal alongside Gissur's wife were brought to Kolbeinn and asked what to do but Kolbeinn told them every single thing that happened and how Sighvatur, Sturla and Gissur died. 

Njal was sad that his brother had died but Tyr was a warrior that he could respect. 

It was like the prophecy said, this was the first time that Gissur could not change a prophecy and it resulted in his death.

But Gissur's wife did not take her husband's passing well, she was lost and chose the option to reunite with him in Valhalla. 

There was no longer any place for her in this world but first, she requested a private audience with the bed-ridden Tyr. Tyr granted it, but he was in an extremely vulnerable state and even with this, he allowed her to come in alone. 

"Tyr Ragnarsson…" She began and Tyr kept quiet because he had an idea of what she wanted to say. 

"You took the light of my world from me but I know it is what the gods willed…" She said, showing surprising composure.

"I do not know who you are or where you come from but there's a darkness in you…" She said and this was where Tyr started to get confused.

"Darkness? What are you talking about?" Tyr asked, puzzled because this was a woman that loved speaking in codes.

Gissur's wife just smiled after saying this before redirecting her gaze to his wounds.

"The gods did not allow you to live because they favour. There will come a day you will wish for death but death will not come… You cursed child from a cursed tribe! It is not Odin the All-Father that favours you! It is something else, something dark and sinister." Gissur's wife blurted and Tyr, who had just gotten a huge chunk of his memory back, could guess what she was referring to. 

She was referring to the goddess Tanit, a goddess he had only just found out about a week before but she was the goddess his clan served.

"Hahahaha, I have no idea what you are talking about…" Tyr tried to play it off but she had a creepy smile plastered across her face as she looked him right in the eyes. 

She did not say another word as she had spoken to him, she wanted to remind him that he was a pawn in some game that the gods were playing but it was not their gods that were responsible.

Tyr had questions but he did not want to give her too much information as she might let that information loose the moment she gets out.

He bit his tongue and watched her walk out, the stench oozing from her body leaving with her. 

Tyr knew she had chosen death to reunite with her husband even though she would have proven useful to Kolbeinn and co. 

Tyr sighed, there was something that died in him for this rebirth had made him remember the most difficult moment in his life but the effects it had on his empathy were detrimental.

Tyr had grown to love and feel since losing his memory, he had actual empathy and compassion but now they felt fake. 

Tyr had forgiven himself and in doing so, the split personality he had shown, especially in combat, became a single person. 

Every aspect of his younger self was merged with his older self, and unfortunately, not everything was at a balanced ratio.

Tyr had lost that part of him that felt but now, he had first-hand experience on how to fake these emotions even though it could be argued that what he felt for his current family was real but this was the one part of himself that his younger self had completely overridden.

"Kahina…" Tyr muttered under his breath as he looked to his side to see Bjorn entering his tent. 

Bjorn was the last person he wanted to see right now because he was guilty of directly hurting him.

Tyr knew loyalty was independent of emotions, and that was why he still felt shame for betraying Bjorn on that day or was it betrayal?

But Tyr knew there was a possibility that his love was only limited to his family, the family he discovered before this whole mess. 

Tyr knew why he did what he did, he believed his love was cursed and tried to take it away from those he 'loved' but this discussion was needed. 

"Hey…" Bjorn greeted Tyr, it was awkward because he did not know if he should call him brother or Tyr. 

"Hey right back at you…" Tyr responded and the room fell silent as Bjorn sat on his bed. 

"You know… I have hated you for so long…" Bjorn began the conversation and Tyr kept his lips shut because he knew these were words that Bjorn had to say to get closure. 

"I have thought about how many ways I would kill you but I knew I could not do so without asking you why. Why did you choose your loyalty to Erik over your family?" Bjorn questioned Tyr, Tyr knew from his voice that his answer might very well mend or forever fracture their relationship.

"I did it for you all, brother…" Tyr said. 

"Bullshit!" Bjorn fired back, drawing his blade as he placed it on Tyr's neck. 

"I did not save you because I had forgiven you, I did so because I swore so many times that you would die by my hands…" Bjorn said and Tyr smiled. 

"Yet I live…" He could feel Bjorn's hand tremble.

"It is okay, Bjorn. If my death will lift the burden on your shoulders, then you may take my head…" Tyr said; he had just escaped death and had no problems dying as he knew what awaited on the other side. 

"That day, I did what I did because our father had interrupted a trial and if he executed Erik with his own hands. Askild will have the power to trial him, father had not yet cemented his power in Vestfold so he would have received any support. Everything would have been lost and so…" Tyr paused as he smiled weakly at Bjorn. 

"..... I became the bad guy for the sake of our family but I did kill Erik and I denied him Valhalla. I protected our mother's honour and father's life… Everyone was so overcome by emotions that day, everyone but Askild and he was playing you all against your emotions. I am sure you found it strange when Birger parried father's blade…" Tyr said. 

Birger caught on to what Askild was trying to do a moment later than Tyr and took it upon himself to prevent it even though Ragnar had no intention of killing Tyr. 

Bjorn was lost in thought for a moment, recollecting the events of that day as a few strange things did happen.

"I-If this is true! Why did our father try to kill you?" Bjorn was trying to find a reason to hold onto his hatred.

"If Father wanted me dead, I would be dead brother…" Tyr said bluntly and Bjorn clenched his sword so tightly, that his hand began to bleed. 

"I am so fucking sorry, brother…" A tearful Bjorn apologized as he tossed his sword to the side and embraces Tyr.

"T-Take it easy! I thought this means you would not kill me! Keep hugging me this tightly and I just might die!" Tyr called out and he did not know when tears welled up in his eyes. Maybe, just maybe Tyr's emotions were not gone.