The Rebirth Of Tyr Ragnarsson!

Tyr remembered, he remembered a huge part of his life that he had lost and this included the combat experience and fighting style. 

Tyr's eyes were cold, but what did any of this matter?

He was dead, was he not?

Tyr accepted the deeds he had done in the past and recollected crucial information about his family and the kind of tribe he belonged to but a huge chunk of his memories were still missing. 

"I killed her?" Tyr thought and before him, was the younger version of himself. 

"Yes, you did… Your love kills everyone it touches…" Tyr watched his younger self speak but he just smiled at him. 

"You must have carried that all alone, how lonely it must have felt…" Tyr said; he had found a reason to live, to love. 

"It is our curse, you cannot run from it…" Tyr watched his younger self harp on about how he was not worthy of love or to give love and Tyr simply listened to him without uttering a word as he began to walk towards him.