Sif in Mighty Thor #19
Three days ago, while you were fiddling with your comets, I was holding a mortal woman in my arms as the cancer that had ravaged her brain slowly consumed what was left of her life. All I could do was listen as she prayed. She prayed to all the gods. And there are so very many of them spread across this cosmos, are there not? And oh, how each loves to boast of their own majesty and almightiness. Yet where is that woman now? Tell me, in what heaven does she reside? None of them. Because no god bothered to listen of care. If that is what you think it means to be a god, then you and all your teachings are welcome to do as the poor woman did. And vanish from these reamls forever.
The Mighty Thor (2016) #16