Amair closed his eyes, doing the only thing he now only seemed to be able to do, think. He thinks and thinks, until finally an idea popped into his head "I've got it, I know how you can get me out!" Amair said, his eyes shooting back open as he looked back up "Really? And how do we do so?" Olga, The Queen of The Gods asked, her tone a mix of sarcasm and hopelessness "First you cut off my head." Amair responded, causing Olga to double take "Wait... what?" Olga bent over slightly to Amair, but he continued "The Frost King made sure these chains were indestructible, nothing can break them My Lady, not even The Ur-Father's mighty Gunner could snap them. But one thing the frozen idiot didn't count for is my own vulnerability, just cut off my head and bring it to Friga." Amair explained with a bit of hope in his voice, but The God Queen shook her head, closing her eyes as she imagined the sight "Just because Friga is The Goddess of Life and Beauty, doesn't mean she'll agree to bringing you back. You could be lost, forever this time." Amair closed his eyes again at her words, moving his head down with a sigh "He comes back down here, Lofi... every day, every single day." Amair said looking back up at Olga, pain in his eyes "He comes down here, looking for answers, advice or ancient secrets, I try resisting sometimes but he just tortures it out of me... sometimes he'll torture me just for the fun of it. What ever this is My Lady, it's not living."