KRATOS, ARE YOU SURE THE BOY IS YOURS?
>among these gods, you know, they regard me as all-knowing. And your wife, well, not even I knew who she'd welcome to her bed. Kratos, you may mistake me for an enemy, but even I would not desire a fate so cruel as has fallen upon the Ghost of Sparta. Laufey... She... She fucked six of the nine worlds, and she didn't get to the last three because we tore apart the bridge. See, she had become a healthcare hazard, a threat to Valhalla greater than the Ragnarok itself. I do not kid, Kratos, my sons and I... We used to run a train over her, before we realized her wicked plot. Part of this is why Baldur so eagerly began to desire death, he was told he'd have to live a bloody scratch on his dick and pay child support for all eternity — all for one short ride on Asgard's public bycicle. What I am saying is, Kratos, I do not judge you for retiring to the wilderness in shame and raising her son in a forest like an animal. For all my pantheon is concerned, you took a bullet for the team
