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Floki:
"I trust," Flokibegan, slowly stalking over to the other side of the steel horses'carnage, "that one of us will be the scorpion. The other, the frog. Do you know that story?" The foreign kindred knelt down across from Clara, the wreckage lying in-between them.
"There's an older story, from the land where I come from,"Floki continued, reaching out and picking up what was left of the bike's kickstand, a bent metal twig, and began idly drawing in the dirt as she spoke.
"Winter had fallen upon the land, and a wanderer came upon a viper, have frozen in the snow. 'Help me, please', the Viper pleaded. 'Tuck me beneath your shirt so that I might not freeze.'
"'Why, I would help you, but how do I know you won't bite me?' the man asked.
"'Why, because then you would die, and I would freeze,' the snake replied. But, of course, as soon as the man agreed, the viper bit him, and they both died."
Flokifinished her drawing and tossed the bent metal twig aside.
"Most assume that both of these stories have the same moral: that it's in the nature of the wicked to do wicked things. Others say that it's the fool's nature to be too trusting. I say that the scorpion was simply not afraid of death, and that the viper simply wished to take someone with her when she passed."
Standing again, Floki shrugged.
"So, sure. I'll trust you, Clara."