#(.................forgive him for his very dour contemplativeness he's coming hot off the heels of)

[magnusmodig]

❝  𝐍𝐎 … 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍. ❞ he swirled his drink around in a slow circle and was painstakingly reminded of the olympian's ichor. for even 'gods' bled. and even gods were paltry , foolish beings. or at least that was the thought that thor had long begun to believe for himself. he once likened his family to bilgesnipe. destructive and ghastly things. for what were they besides beings who pretended as though they were more advanced? what good was MIGHT if one's own mistakes made entire worlds bleed?

and for that thor found that he condemned his own line. . . . even . . . though he was now the last.

❝  i'd wager that what difference there is between you and i is that you have the privilege of courting time, ❞ he continued , looking up. ❝  such is your beauty. you are born , you live , you die. and in truth , so do we. but humanity's years are quick. but a blink of the eye to my people. so much so , i find the fire of your hearts greatly outshines the match you've left to burn. ❞ he smiled , something wistful , something contemplative. ❝  we have more time. perhaps to you that would be a privilege. yet our ills beget the suffering of all those who surround us. true that perhaps humanity is hasty ... and yet for it i can find within me no heart to cast blame. your triumphs shine more brightly than the blood you've bled. ❞

If Badou notes Thor's healthy (???) thirst (????????), he doesn't say anything aloud. Just steadily gazes at the would-be god, and listens.

Tenacious...his mouth quirks wryly. He tilts his head, humming a little.

"I don't know if we can be commended. Humanity never learns the right lessons from itself. They keep making the same mistakes, and hurting the same people."

Badou doesn't have enough drink for this.