"Uh, my uncle died, actually," Valkyrie admitted, realizing how strange it sounded after what Jessica had just said. Sometimes, it was disturbing the parallels she shared with people on the island. Fortunately, this story wasn't really one of them.

"He was a famous writer and... kind of, well, he was kind of a jerk. Very strong-willed and the 'doesn't suffer fools gladly' type. I adored him though and I was definitely his favorite. I'll... let you draw your own conclusions as to why we got along so well."

That was about as close to admitted that she could be a jerk and a tiny bit strong willed as well. And stupid people annoyed her.

"He died and left me pretty much everything. Including the key to stopping these Lovecraftian monsters. Only the servants of the monsters didn't want them to be stopped. So they tried to kill me and I sort of just... fell into it all."