"I've arranged everything, so I have no regrets." Odin's gaze gradually turned cold.
"Oh? You mean you have no regrets about crossing blades with your blood-sworn brother? You have no regrets watching the Northern Gods die in battle?" Suye asked.
"This is the fate and ending I saw. I tried, but I was powerless to change it," Odin said.
Suye nodded and said, "I'm no longer judging your choice. I don't oppose you bowing your head to fate, nor do I want to stop you from sacrificing anyone. I only want to ask: if you aren't even afraid of death, why are you afraid of making up for your regrets?"
"I, Odin, have no regrets." Odin straightened his chest.
"Fine. Let me ask you this: why did you become blood-sworn brothers with Loki back then? I want to hear the truth." Suye stared into Odin's eyes.
Odin quietly gazed at Suye. Pointing at the Gods Barrier, he said, "Ragnarok descended, the Main Gods joined the battle, and you're blaming me here?"
Suye smiled amiably and said, "Communication between people will always run into problems. It's like an hourglass. No matter how much sand is above, only a tiny amount can fall through in a given time. The speaker often hasn't finished, but the listener impatiently makes a judgment based on that tiny bit of sand and their own past experience. Often, before all the sand has fallen, they assume they know every grain and may even smash the hourglass. I may think ten parts, but can only say seven. You hear five, and can ultimately understand only three. When you tell it back to me, you may only be able to say one. To avoid misunderstanding, I'll be direct: I'm not blaming you, nor can this be called helping, because