[She stares at them unblinkingly for a long, heavy second before looking away.]
It's too late for any of us. But it will not stop me, nor do I think it will stop you. Live, Atli. Live and suffer. Then thrive.
Kriemhild
The choice of a human...
(Wide skies and rolling planes. White flowers. A warm yurt. A child who could lead to peace.)
... it is something I must consider then. I must lay down the blade of my own volition just as I raise it.
Attila
Atli. It does not matter what you were. You've fallen from the dark spires where stars dwell. You're amongst men now, and a human chooses. A human changes.
Kriemhild
(What am I without it? What am I but destruction?)
I have not hands meant to mend nor build. They only can destroy. I am sorry, Gudrun.
Attila
It doesn't matter. You must.
Kriemhild
... I do not know if I am able to.
Attila
See, you understand the fundamentals. Sheathe the sword.
