Vili and Ve found him later, sitting alone on an outcropping overlooking the frozen plains.
"Still trying to teach them?" Vili's voice carried amusement. He was slightly shorter than Odin, and his hair was more silver than white. "Brother, it's impossible. They are what they are."
Ve nodded, his bronze features catching the pale light. "Chaos is their nature. You might as well try to teach fire to be cold."
"Admula learned." Odin said softly. "Mother and Father learned… So why can't they learn as well? I am not saying destruction is always wrong, but that's all they do."
"They're different." Vili sat beside him, his tone gentler now. "The giants are... Simpler. Their joy is in creation and destruction, the cycle itself, not what comes from it. It's all they know and what has entertained them since the beginning, long before we existed."
Odin said nothing, but Reinhard felt the surge of determination through his chest.
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