GRÍMNISMÁL | OPEN

[BLOODHOUND.]

"Thank you, Doctor. I am depriving you of an object of observation, I apologize. But I could not bear its cries from my home. I hope you will understand."

Not that they truly felt sorry, but they knew that studying death in and of itself was something that was dear to the Doctor. On some level... perhaps they understood. The great last wheeze of a life fading, the slow pulse of a weak, strained heart, the body stiffening with time, becoming rigid. It was a process Bloodhound was deeply acquainted with. The fact that they did not need to go to these lengths to honor the Allfather, but chose to spill blood for Him, to put themself to the test, over and over, before Him, for Him. It was faith, that guided them. It was the scientific pursuit, that guided Caustic.

Feeling the bundle caw and squirm in the crook of their paw... they felt it deserved a chance. They too, were once young and foolish, and they too, had been punished dearly for it.

"I will find them and see. You have my gratitude."

THE TRUE TEST IS BEFORE THE ALLFATHER.