Prometheus shakes his head a little. "It's not a matter of forgetting," he says gently. "You don't need to apologize."

He never asked Thor (or Loki, for that matter) about the gruesome details on board the Statesmen. Why would he provoke the trauma of his friend? So that he might one day not accidentally get zapped? The Titan's hand is already beginning to heal, burn marks fading to more of a light sunburn. Rolling his shoulders, he sits down next to Thor and takes off his helmet, setting it beside him on the grass.

The question doesn't surprise him. He looks out over the field a moment, to the more urban areas of the Nexus in the distance. "It was agony," he replies. "Not just having my liver eaten, but knowing that it would keep happening. And the loneliness, too. I'm surprised it didn't drive me insane. Aside from Io, I didn't have any visitors. No one wants to be seen with one of Zeus's enemies." He sighs and turns his gaze to Thor. "But... I knew that Zeus would do something like that to me. I stole fire for the humans with my eyes open. I think it'd be quite different if I hadn't expected it."