Stina considered his friend's question at length before answering. Ragnar seemed worried... off-put... [i]there would be much more where that came from... we were trained to kill...[/i] In the meantime Viveca entered. A strong girl - and a clever fighter. Hard to believe that such a strong person could be born from the weakling aether cattle, but then it wasn't really his place to question. He nodded to her before leaning back and looked up at the dark, cobwebbed ceiling, and let the sounds of the Seminary wash over him for a moment. The Seminary was always moving. There was no stillness. There was no quiet corner, and he had learned to love that. He had learned to always be ready. He had learned how to tolerate cold, discomfort, and endless pain. He had learned to understand that he was built in his god's image, to protect that god and act in his will. He had learned how to fight, and how to die. He had learned to how to bring glory to Varya, and to defend those who deserved defense. The only thing the Seminary could not teach him was how his god felt. The hunger... 

"It was at the same t-t-time liberating, and the most restrictive thing I've ever done. When... wh...when I was in there, up close and personal killing those heretics... It was the cl-closest I have ever been to Varya. Iiiiiii knew his hunger... I knew why we must keep going, why we caa-a. can never stop." He clapped. "And like that. Gone. No one more to kill. But the hunger - still there. Clawing inside of me. De-de-de-de....demanding to get out. But there was no one left for me." He looked straight at Ragnar. "Aand for a moment, I was truly afraid that I couldn't stop. but the lust subsided. For a ti-ti-tiiiime." He looked back to his food, and smiled. "They were lousy fighters and predictable. But it was still more fulfilling than playfighting. Imagine when we--e--we get a real challenge." He paused for a moment, almost able to process the severity of his thoughts, before they passed for the time. 

He turned to address Viveca directly, punching Hassan with mirth in his eyes. "This nutcase got a-a-an entire bar dancing like the devil, and then go-t-t-t-t all of them to run out the doors when we ffffffound out about the pirates hiding in the back." He then nudged Ragnar "And get this - th-th-th-this fucker stopped a RO-R-ROCKET!" He stopped to collect his thoughts, shaking his head, getting frustrated with his stutters again. "I-i-i-i-i-i.   Do not remember aaaaaal of iit - and Hassan is th-th-the storyteller." He said, giving the floor over to his friend, too excited remembering the events of that evening to really recount them.