He'd been able more lately to see there was hope for him. Convinced from birth that frost giants were evil, once he'd learned he was one, the confusion and the shame had devoured him, coiled around his inferiority complex and it had taken years to recover.

He swallowed, though, knowing Thor was right, and also knowing there was nothing they could do to change it. He moved closer, and when he spoke again, his voice was more gentle.

"And neither of us need to shoulder that burden alone." And he added after a moment's pause for emphasis. "Brother. I am here."