âI know.â The sadness in TĂ˝râs quiet voice was unmistakable. âJust as you have had years to nurse your hatred of me, so have I had that time to consider what I did that day.â He moved away to sit at the base of a tree, leaning back with a sigh. Although his face was youthful, the godâs eyes now showed the weight of all the centuries he had lived. âI let myself believe what Odin told me: that it was for the good of Asgard, that I was demonstrating my loyalty to my king and the Realm Eternal. But now I understand that what I did was betray you, betray myself, and make a lie of my purpose as a god. There was nothing of justice in what we did that day.â TĂ˝r was silent for several long moments, his gaze distant, but when he looked back his weary blue eyes fixed on the wolfâs wounded leg that was seeping blood onto the ground. âI will tend that, if you wish.â He nodded toward the injury. âSomeone should.â
"Centuries." Â He snapped angrily. Â Years his ass. Â He'd spent centuries chained there. Â Centuries by the years of this place...wherever here was. Â He'd watched so many seasons pass, gone almost completely feral in the fact that he'd had no one in contact with him. Â He watched the exhaustion in Tyr's eyes with little care. Â Tsch. Â "What you did was fo the best. Â Allowed to develop, my power would have rivaled my father's...though I can guarantee you one thing, Tyr. Â I WILL kill Odin now. Â That man has stolen everything from me. Â You would be better leaving me bound."
However, the next thing he knew....the other offered to tend his wound, "That wound is pointless to heal. Â It'll always be a debilitating scar. Â Not to mention the fact that I'm relatively sure your Seider doesn't extend to healing infection."













