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Maybe it was for the best. Not knowing.
Maybe there were some mysteries not really meant to be unraveled, forces not meant to be trifled with. Maybe that was the real natural order of things: certain questions were supposed to be left unanswered. Simply because the powers that be wished so.
And even Odin All Father himself wasn't above those powers. No matter how much knowledge he acquired, how many realms he conquered or how many lives he bent and twisted to serve his own machinations. Truth would forever stay out of his reach.
Now, in the wake of his humbling failure at preventing Ragnarök, there was little he could but contend with the fact that not every secret was meant to be unearthed. Some riddles would remain just that: riddles, destined never to be solved.
Existence never seemed quite so bleak.
Surviving what should have been his certain demise was of little consequence. It mattered little that it, in and of itself, was the very proof that he could defy fate, or at the very least escape it. Now that the only means of uncovering the truth he so desperately sought, along with the only other person who could possibly help him do it, was gone, Odin felt hollow. What was the point of plotting and scheming and fighting, moving the pieces along the board just right, if there was no objective to be accomplished? No dark corner to shine a light upon.