Ffs Darrow, what hole did you plan yourself into now? Oh. It’s a literal hole. That tracks. What a beautiful mess the Sons have made. 

So I don’t spoil any plot points here, a few thoughts as I read through. 

We don’t deserve all that is Sevro. 
Ragnar’s dialogue is in boldface- just like him. 
Fuck you, Roque. 
I want to ride a griffin and be a scary Valkyrie. 
I live for Sophocles and his jellybeans. 
Hehehehehe. Fartbox. 
Dammit, I think I’m starting to like Victra. 
Awww, a wedding! Oh noooooooo, please don’t let this be like a game of thrones wedding. 
“…we are here for war. Not words.”
Nonononononononononono!
Ffs Darrow. 
Oh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! 
Ugh, the Jackal. 
What!?!? What!?!?

I’m not crying. You’re crying.