[Odinson looks as though he might explode from rage-]

What right have we to the power and longevity we hold so lightly? What do we do with it? Across the worlds mortals pray to us with desperation, hoping for our aid and believing that we are better than we are! And how do we repay them?

With squabbles amongst ourselves, and self-interest! We turn a blind eye to their pain and suffering, telling ourselves that we cannot help them!

But not I! Not the Odinson! I will be worthy of them!
[There's the faintest distant roll of thunder.]