- Magne: It's not that simple, Erik. Back then, gods and giants broke bread together. If they disagreed, they killed each other. Then they went back to drinking mead, like buddies. That's not how it works. If the good only can win by killing, they've already lost. Killing is evil. Do you understand? No, you don't.
- Wotan: You've become weak. You can't see without glasses. Everything that made you special has been taken away from you. You asked to be relieved of your powers because it required too much of you. You ran into the mountains and shouted to the heavens. You sat in the Christian church and prayed to a god you don't believe in. I see everything. I hear everything. And this time your prayers were heard by those who spin the threads of our destiny. Now you're just an ordinary boy, Magne. Weak and lonely, as before. Mmm-hmm. The battle continues without you.
- Laurits: This was nice. At least nicer than the last time we met.
- Ran: I'm just being honest with you. I hope you understand that. Like you should understand that I will never... see you as anything but a bastard.
- Laurits: Yeah. At least a bastard is a real child... which I guess you never had. Saxa told me about you giants, and... that you're nothing but leftover gods from over 3,000 years ago. That this family is just role play. That you're barren. Except for Vidar, apparently. I'm just being honest with you, too... Stepmom.