Sif didn’t quite agree with that, but she could understand his point of view. It solved plenty of problems, she thought, but she supposed that diplomacy solved more. And violence did cause problems, that much was true. Didn’t mean she didn’t like it, though. She enjoyed the heat of battle, letting go and letting loose. Being a Berserker was addicting in some ways. Horrifying in others.

“I don’t think that’s true.” She wasn’t calling him a liar, exactly, but she still didn’t think his words were entirely right. “Perspectives don’t matter. It’s what you think. Even if you didn’t think what you were fighting for was right, you didn’t exactly think it was wrong, either.” Those who fought with no convictions didn’t fight for long. And nobody actively fought for something they thought was wrong. Or, again, not for long.

“Perspectives are decided by the winners. Everyone believes they’re right, or most everyone.” She shrugged. History was written by the victors. What else mattered?

_{“and sometimes, doing the right things for the wrong reasons does more harm than good.” well, that was one way of putting it. not exactly the best, but not the worst either. then again, had always ended up on the short end of the stick so to speak — he was a mistake in most terms. that meant that while he had some leeway… he always had more on him than he should have.}

_{not that it mattered to him, the best way to do anything was to convince everyone he was doing one thing, and then go for a complete other. it was a distraction, but it rarely worked. at least… when he had attempted to in the past. after-all, he was attempting to find his place… even if it meant destroying everything around him in the process.}

_{“a reason to why i attempt to avoid dwelling on it. i may be many things, but… i attempt to do what’s needed.” or what he wanted, “usually.”}