Frigga spoke slowly. "For so long, he believed the gods protected Earth, that they were Earth's guardians. Now Cul Borson exposed that truth. He was defeated by himself and can no longer lift Mjolnir. As his mother, it truly hurts me to see him in such pain, yet there is nothing I can do."
For the Queen of Asgard to directly ask someone for help was truly difficult. Though she did not say it outright, Frigga was asking whether Daisy had any solution. They had tried every healing spell they knew, and none had worked.
Daisy was speechless. Thor, that big idiot—someone had merely said something everyone already knew, and he had collapsed. The kid was far too earnest.
Every official claimed to serve the voters. Did anyone actually believe that? The idea that gods protected humanity was even more ridiculous. Sif was supposedly a harvest goddess, yet she probably could not even explain the steps of farming. Every day, all she knew was how to slash at people with swords. It would have been fine if she were good at it, but she was not even particularly good at that.
Yet Thor, that overly sincere kid, had always believed Asgard was Earth's guardian, always believed that Earthlings would have died long ago without their protection. This was obviously a trait inherited from his father.
Just like Odin, he was far too immersed in his role. Odin believed, I am the God King. You all have to obey me. I am the father of every one of you! Thor was the same. He stubbornly believed humanity had reached its present state thanks to the gods. Now that Cul Borson had shattered his psychological defenses, his faith had completely collapsed.
This collapse of faith was neither a physical injury nor a