[ Pain flashes bright in his eyes at that, the weight of years and countless griefs, and the soul-deep knowledge that he can never go home but he smiles, and it is a brittle thing, but it is a smile, of sorts ]

If I had the ability to return to it, aye I suppose that would be true. These days Asgard is as much home to me as any place, for the road home is closed to me.

Your home sounds lovely Master Leonardo - a perfect place for sitting and being, and also for inspiration, eh?