"We are all doomed." Dexter said with a heavy finality.
"DOOMED?" Odin repeated in confusion.
"Humanity is doomed. If the best one among us can overcome evil nurturing and evil itself, choose good when evil is the only logical option for them, help conquer an evil that threatened the gods themselves, yet still be left to fade into nothingness because the very same deities she saved weren't sure if letting her exist was convenient... then what of the rest of us, who do sometimes fall and lose our way? What chance do we have, when sacrifice, honor, and valor have no meaning to our creators?"
Now the anger returned. "You may be content to let her fade from memory, but I. Am. Not." and now Dexter produced a small quantity of scrolls.
"The dictated recountings of who Ashi was, what she did, what she overcame, and how she was ultimately rewarded, as written by Jack's personal scribe. He mourns her. He saved you, and you..." now the final string holding back the dam broke, and Dexter pointed a gloved finger like a dagger, "YOU RIPPED OUT HIS HEART!"
Silence echoed in the wake of the accusation.
"So I will spread these records to every historian I can at every critical point in history, and people will know *exactly* how those who sacrifice everything for you are rewarded."
At this threat, malice, divine and furious, arose from each deity like the heat of a white-dwarf star. "YOU SEEM TO FORGET WHO YOU CHALLENGE."
"No. I haven't. So smite me down. Go ahead. Show you're not willing to spare a noble life, but you're willing to kill a child. No one will ever know, except you three. Forever."
And the eight-year old boy stood unafraid as deities of old hoisted divine weapons, faltering.