Tord and Tom were in the judgment hall. It was a along hall with white pillers. Glass painting covered some of walls. Light shining through the glass painting. Tord held a knife as he narrowed his eyes at Tom. Tom looked unfazed. This wasn't his first rodeo. Of course, Tom was going to try and convince Tord not to do this and just reset, but Tord never listened. It's beautiful day outside, hm? Tom said as he looked at Tord. His expression unreadable.