Skarde had lived his life as best as he could while he was blind because he had no reason to cling to this world after his lover had died.
Skarde knew the gods took away his eyes so he could not lay eyes on another woman, and this proved the gods did have a sense of humour.
Skarde had fought and managed to do well by Ragnar's side; there was nothing he didn't do for his friend's sake, but secretly, Skarde didn't want to be here anymore.
He wanted a warrior's death so he could see his Herfjötur, for she was the only woman his memory recalled with impeccable details.
"I-I can see…" Skarde muttered under his breath, reaching for the sky, his body losing its strength, but he had done something not many could have done.
He relearned how to fight with his blindness and became a warrior stronger than the average man despite this.
Skarde might have given up on life, but he didn't give up on Ragnar, as long as he lived.
