Sif has taken lives to save lives. She was born in a time of peace -- raised on stories of the noble Aesir reluctantly drawn into a bitter war, and triumphing. And thus she sees an honor in death that those before her generation, and perhaps those born after it, are incapable of.

Still. When she believed her time had come and the Destroyer walked through the streets of Midgard, she was shocked by the extent to which she wished not to die.

A weakness, to be certain. One she hopes to do away with in time.

"Anything?"