Hermes sat cross-legged, staring at Ymir's chest where the faint bloom of red and orange burned under his skin.
"We need to think about how to get that ice out." Hermes said, his brows furrowed.
Ymir shook his head immediately. "No. That ice… it might be the reason I have power at all. Without it, who would I even be?"
Hermes looked at him, pity in his eyes. "You're not just your power."
Ymir scoffed. "Easy for you to say. Without it, I'm no one. Just another person with cold blood and no use."
Magni raised a hand, grinning wide. "Ah, but my prince, you forget. You are no longer just frost. You have a spark in you now. A spark of Brother Modi himself…. Which was from me! Meaning…"
He paused dramatically, wiggling his fingers. "You can wield my fire too! Ice and flame, in one body. Imagine the poetry of it."
Ymir rolled his eyes. "That's ridiculous."
"Try it!" Magni said, leaning forward like an eager child.
Ymir sighed. "Fine."
