"...What a strange reaction out of you, Metatron. Getting upset over the affairs of mere mortals...?" Gabriel said, floating over to Metatron.
"I'm simply reminded again how spoiled you people have become once the Age of Star Gods ended." Metatron said, "Reminded how what my brothers fought and died to build can simply fall down in the blink of an eye, once again. Reminded that my effort was worthless because of the whims of spoiled little brats..."
"I never knew the Angel of the Shield to be so sentimental, hah!" Tyr said, walking over to Metatron.
"Ah... Tyr. I was there when you were made, you know." Metatron said.
"Yeah, I remember you as well." Tyr said, "You really dug right into that girl, yknow? Don't you think you were being a little... insensitive? Not everyone is fixed by some pretty words."
"Then that's her problem..." Metatron said, "Dealing with imbeciles who don't know the meaning of the word determination sickens me."
"Aye, whatever you say, I guess. Ain't your contractor a mortal, though?" Tyr asked, "I thought mortals made yer guts churn."
"...**** off, Tyr." Metatron said, "You pry too much."
"I own the skies, dear. I pry into everything and nothing at the same time. I pry into the lives of every living creature that has ever touched the skies and then some, and your wings have graced my land quite a number of times, Metatron." Tyr said.
"Now tell me, do you, or do you not, think you were being insensitive?" Tyr asked.
"I won't ask again, Tyr. I can erase you from existence in the blink of an eye..." Metatron threatened.
"Aye, then you've got no guardian, then you've got no seals, then you've got trouble, Metatron," Tyr said, smiling. "Mind answering the question, Luv?"
"...No, I don't think I was being insensitive. I just think the mortals of this era require more grit..." Metatron said.
"But that ain't how mortals work, Luv. Not everyone has a heart of steel as you do. Mortals love, mortals hate, and mortals can cry and be broken. You may have lost everything, but they haven't. Don't be so insensitive, alright?" Tyr said.
"Just... **** off, Tyr." Metatron turned to weapon form, silent.
"And there he goes. He's got six wings but he acts like he just got em' yesterday. What a baby! Anyway, we've got work to do. You were asking about Surtr, right?" Tyr asked Draedon.