Absentmindedly, Fenrir tilted his head towards Tyr.
"I'm not..." Fenrir sighed. He wasn't good with words. He tended to get frustrated when he tried to explain himself. "I never wondered if it any of it was wrong, because everyone's always said that the end was always going to happen one way. But no one ever mentioned that I'd be free and running around for a long time, or that you'd get another hand, or, or--" he waved an arm around, as if to emphasize the entire city, "or any of this."
He scratched his chin nervously. "And if it was wrong, then everything that, um, happened was just for nothing."