[Naturally the thing for Blake to do is snap at him to quit being a punk pain in the ass and tell the damn story.

He doesn't. He keeps quiet, watching, and waiting for him to continue.

Continue he does, and it's a hell of a thing. As he goes on, what seemed like gibberish starts to cohere into something with its own sort of twisted dream logic. Redemption beyond the grave. Crazy shit.

Steve soon has her head resting on her paws and is nodding along. Maybe she makes something of all this.

Quiet as he is, when he hears about the girl running into a burning building, he's not aware that he murmurs aloud] Fuck, that's some balls.

[He starts leaning in closer, his eyes focusing. This he can understand. Some dumb kid playing hero and about to pay the price.

He's just about to snarl at him for telling his dog fucked-up stories about girls burning to death when he's shut up. He doesn't really understand what a magic egg has to do with it, but he gets that it's a sacrifice.]

His sacrifice pays off and it turns out all right.

So this is a fairy tale.

There a moral to this story?