[he manages to keep from wincing when Diarmuid calls the Aesir "his people", but it's a near thing. Oh, how he wished he could claim them again as his, but he would forever be an outsider, unaccepted.]

Most of the mortals of Midgard do not have the strength of will to utilize magic. Nor do they have the desire to find that will. Too many are lazy to their species detriment.

Contrarily, there are many religions with large numbers of adherents. While many of the "old" faiths are marginalized, they still look to the heavens for guidance. [mortals make no sense to him]