Merlin put his hand on his shoulder, staring him down. "I expect us to fight. Fight as hard as we can. For those we lost back there. For our home, our friends, and for each other. I don't know if we can win. I'm not some fortune teller. But who cares. Who else can even begin to try but us?We already know more about it them anyone else." Vesper walked over and took a hold of Ragnars wrist. "We can give it a shot,"she said smiling at him. This time it was real, and bright, and full of hope.