Mother Nature sits on the other side with a loaded gun
(maybe not so mild as originally intended)
"But why won't you do something about it?"
"I did not say that I wouldn't, Vanea. My soul is..."
"It is weak, my lady, I know. And if you are not long for this world, then we don't have time to waste! It is not about the time we spend together - there are so many others suffering! I would give up the rest of our time together if it meant that others could survive, truly!"
"Klaus never was very good at cards. He never knew when to hold out for my secret ace."
"And that is...?"
Meyneth smiled enigmatically, and pulled a gun from the strange circular space above her crotch.
Egil fights until he can't anymore, but the thing that dies isn't his spirit.
It's bitter like the bottom of a keg, gone off, off, off.