"Doesn't everything?" Sofia asked. "I mean, even the smallest, most insignificant thing? Down the road, you find out there's a reason for it." Sofia walked over to one of the many bookshelves in the room and started rifling through titles, her eyes darting here and there. "Besides, the soul of a Valkyrie bonding to you or residing within you or whatever? Not usually an accidental thing. It's like Mjolnir. You have to be worthy." She turned and tossed Dawn a book about Valkyrie lore. "Like it or not, blondie, you were chosen."