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While there are many myths throughout my life I have found to have a root in truth, I had not expected Asgard to be a place I would ever visit. Being fresh from my home world, I long to return. From what I've been lead to understand, frequent and consistent social interaction is the most basic of ways to ensure that happens. And so I reach out to you, fellow victims.

I have read some of what's available to view on this network. It seems as though possessions occurred recently, and a grave tragedy was involved. I would like to offer my condolences to the respective parties. And while I understand the need to focus on lighter things in the wake of such tragedy, it disturbs me greatly to know that this Thiazi is capable of such things while all of our native powers have been replaced. How are we to defend ourselves against an assault on the mind stripped of the very capabilities needed to do so? 

I understand this is not a choice for Asgard's gods, but I challenge them: you are the ones who brought us in; you are the reason we are here. How do you plan to defend us against further assault? We are a precious resource to you. Surely, we are worth defending. Surely, we are worth taking action for instead of simply waiting for reaction to be necessary, and then stepping in. Surely, you have a plan.

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Only as much as you've offered.

I didn't offer it to you.

On the contrary, I would be surprised if you did, considering you don't know me. [Does he believe you, Harry? Go ahead and guess.] And yet, I am able to view it, just as so many others.

No, but you will be interested in me, won't you? Or you've decided that you are.

You've made yourself so interesting, after all. Who am I to deny it? I can tell it bothers you.

I can assure you that it is actually you who should be bothered.

Really? Why is that?

I might be wrong.

It's possible that little bothers you, that you feel ... invincible, especially now.

And why do you think that?

It occurs to some people when they arrive here. And they even test it.

What I mean is, the fact that no one can die.

[Voldemort already knew this, of course. He read about it, people talked of it; it's not exactly a secret. He hopes Harry didn't mean for that to be a dramatic reveal.]

Would you like to help me test it?

Not particularly. I have other things to do.

Just as well. I'm sure someone eventually will come along to help me.

And I'm certain you'll do a very good job impressing them.

Ah, a vote of confidence amidst vague antagonism. Where did I go wrong?

Was that a vote of confidence?

And here I thought we might begin to resolve our differences. My mistake.

I wouldn't expect that happening anytime soon.

Very well, Harry. Have it your way.

Yes, I suppose it is my fault if we don't get on well, isn't it?

You are the one who decided upon arguing with me, or have you forgotten that already?

I have problems with people who don't ask very good questions.

My questions are perfectly legitimate. So far you are the only one to raise an issue with them. In fact, most of the others say they are questions many others have, in fact, already posed and received either an unsatisfactory answer or none at all.

Some people find answers quite easily if they know where to look.

And yet asking has given me swifter and more satisfactory answers than I have received via viewing a great deal many of these posts. More often than not, those only raised more questions.

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