[w o w garrus way to ask the complicated questions.]
From what I've gathered, arrogance and posturing are a large part of Asgardian culture. Loki is not exceptional.
They style themselves as gods because their comparative strength, speed and metaphysical prowess with regards to humans caused them to be regarded as such.
My people don't believe in gods, but I know a few species who do. Already have enough things challenged as it is here. Don't need my view of the galaxy messed with too.
Especially when you'd know, when you've seen a bunch of different universes.
[ It's weird leaving this outside another rover, but eventually Garrus will come back to a bottle waiting for him. High proof, dextro-friendly spirits—with an added hallucinogenic kick, because Jean doesn't actually know what those are but you know what, why not.
There's a thin note tied around the bottle neck with neat, even handwriting.
'Thanks.
Don't drink it all at once.
-Jean'
Short and sweet. Thanks for having his back, for the lockdown, for whatever. ]
Not that I blame others for having their beliefs. You go with what you trust, and what your people trust. No reason to disbelieve it and leave the faith unless you get disillusioned.
It happens, but still. Don't blame them.
And don't blame him for trying to pull a fast one on everyone.
My people are militaristic. We're all trained from fifteen to serve in the military in some way. It's pretty effective. Means that even if you're not particularly skilled in anything, you've got a job. A profession.
And for the rest of us it's a good jumping - off point. We build from there. Duty is pretty important too. Duty and service.
Not really. Back home I have the rank that I know what the motivation behind any order is, the bigger picture, all of that. It's a little rough to be a raw recruit all over again. Still finding my footing.
There are some homeless. Not many. They've got resources to help them, so if they stay jobless it's actually a choice.
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