You are too proud and too stubborn to step back from the abyss you teeter on daily.
I know better than to have faith in your well-spun words, when your actions so often are contradictory. You claim not to love, yet you cling to fast Fandrel. You claim not to care what Thor thinks, yet you spare him hurt before its time. Thor loves you. Regardless of what your clever tongue and intellect, dear brother, you are very much human.
The day will come when I no long care for our blood or to pull you back from the edge. Unlike Thor, you will find you cannot force my hand, and on that day, my dear brother, I too will watch you fall.