[Odinson won't speak to what it is that makes one worthy. It's too sensitive a topic, one he has discussed only with those closest to him.

He folds his arms, eyeing Stiles appraisingly.] Well said. With such spirit, we will force Zymandis to see our team as a thread.

[Then he nods, looking down the street at the city still not quite put to rights.] Come, hold that determination. We are not finished yet.