I am old. I have lived long enough to see the beginning of mankind, and with their population, I grew in size. I have lived long enough to know not to trust blindly. If I were able, I would laugh at the irony. Thousands of years I've been here; thousands of years too late for me, a child of Loki, to learn that even the Gods lie. After these thousands of years, I have time to think, time to plan for Ragnarok. I pity Máni and Hati when this day comes. My two children were neutral, as was Máni. But she brings light in the dark; and Hati, forever bound to her by the Gods, could do nothing else but fall in love with her. But Ragnarok is coming.