It was awkward;Ragnar being so silent and still. Merlin didn't know him as well as he did Vesper, or even Finny, but the stillness was different. It strangled the half-elf. Finally he broke, throwing down the brush he had been using to tend to his mares mane. He hated feeling so useless. He hated this sadness, and hopelessness. He was tired of it.<br/><br/>"....We need to stop with this self pitying nonsense. It does no one any good,"Merlin said, voice stern. "I get it. We lost people, and everyone might be dead. I'm not heartless. It hurts... But all of us need to pull our heads out of are arses and get in gear. I don't think I've ever even seen you sit still longer then a few minutes. And Vesper is always smiling. I don't like seeing her sad...I don't like seeing any of you sad. It's weird. So I say lets stop feeling sorry for ourselves. Lets stop crying about it. I say we do something. Like kill that f*ckin' dragon,"he said, turning to look at the man. There was a fire in his eyes that hadn't been there yesterday.