There are no ravens overhead. No wolves howling in the distance. If he's upset Odin gives no indication. He came to this once strange land alone and he knows that he will die in it the same way. The pieces of himself he had managed to recover were too fractured. He isn't mean to be whole again and it was the ravens growing attachment to the watchman that served as the impetus to his most recent wandering.
Loki had said that burning the World Tree wouldn't matter. No, it wouldn't. It was already dead and what Odin had sought to erase was a reminder, a withered attachment to a world that none of them belonged in.
They were waiting for the end. An end that had already happened and here they were, the ghost gods of a time not even they could accurately recall.
[Voice message left for Heimdall]
I know you'll continue not to wait up for me, darling.