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But Victarion hesitated. He remembered the sound of the wind in the sails when they were boys, before the jealousy, before the Silence had earned its name. He remembered a time when Euron had taught him to hold a tiller, not a dagger.

Victarion raised his axe, the cold iron heavy and familiar. There would be no parley. There would be no brotherhood left to salvage. The rain began to fall harder, hammering against their armor. game of thrones brother

"You look well, brother," Euron called out, his voice carrying over the crashing waves. He wore his madness like a cloak, mismatched armor scavenged from a dozen cultures, his eye patch a shimmering patch of strange scale. "Does the silence of my ship disturb you? I found it... peaceful." But Victarion hesitated

Logan , The Witcher (Geralt’s gruff side), or Deadwood ’s Al Swearengen. Victarion raised his axe, the cold iron heavy and familiar