It feels a lot like the early days with Thor, trying to navigate a language barrier despite being able to understand the actual words perfectly. Sometimes Jane would hit Thor with technobabble he did not comprehend, only to discover Asgard had an entirely different - and usually more advanced - understanding of the concept. And of course vice versa, the things Thor would describe to her would become familiar in context, couched in more grandiose poetic terms, a different way of relating to the science she's known and loved since the first time she looked up at the stars.
Amelia's accounting of how she found the Nexus, and why she can't go home, is one such tale. She nods, a little surprised that she doesn't need a technological explanation to fully grasp how such a thing could be possible. "That sounds like the Convergence. It was a sort of temporal... uh, an alignment of worlds on a cosmic scale. There were portals everywhere; we stepped in between planets just by walking into a cave, and I heard a few airplanes ended up taking a wrong turn into another Realm too. Then when the Convergence was over, the portals closed, so anyone on the wrong side would be stuck there too."
The sandwich sits forgotten in her hands as she listens to Amelia's story, unable to truly imagine what it would feel like to be cut off from home forever. Small wonder that she would latch onto something familiar, and then, to find something more...
It's a kind of devotion that Jane had not been ready for. Still isn't, truth be told. It isn't that she didn't love Thor - doesn't still love him. But there had been thoughts she'd never been able to shake. A career path she'd always dreamed of, its doors finally open to her, unable to balance her needs with his in a way that would be fair to them both. What kind of life could they have given each other, if their paths rarely crossed?
In a way, Jane realizes with a start that she is jealous. But at the same time, she knows that this life isn't one she would ever be satisfied by. She would never look as at home among these Asgardians as Amelia does, dressed in their colors, teaching their children, living off the land. She looks away for a moment, out towards the sea, watching those waves roll in endlessly, crashing against the rocks only to vanish beneath the next wave.
It hurts to think, to say, and it comes from a place of compassion that Jane opens her mouth and says, "Does it bother you? Knowing he can't grow old with you." Her cheeks swiftly tint pink, embarrassed at her own forwardness.
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Amelia's accounting of how she found the Nexus, and why she can't go home, is one such tale. She nods, a little surprised that she doesn't need a technological explanation to fully grasp how such a thing could be possible. "That sounds like the Convergence. It was a sort of temporal... uh, an alignment of worlds on a cosmic scale. There were portals everywhere; we stepped in between planets just by walking into a cave, and I heard a few airplanes ended up taking a wrong turn into another Realm too. Then when the Convergence was over, the portals closed, so anyone on the wrong side would be stuck there too."
The sandwich sits forgotten in her hands as she listens to Amelia's story, unable to truly imagine what it would feel like to be cut off from home forever. Small wonder that she would latch onto something familiar, and then, to find something more...
It's a kind of devotion that Jane had not been ready for. Still isn't, truth be told. It isn't that she didn't love Thor - doesn't still love him. But there had been thoughts she'd never been able to shake. A career path she'd always dreamed of, its doors finally open to her, unable to balance her needs with his in a way that would be fair to them both. What kind of life could they have given each other, if their paths rarely crossed?
In a way, Jane realizes with a start that she is jealous. But at the same time, she knows that this life isn't one she would ever be satisfied by. She would never look as at home among these Asgardians as Amelia does, dressed in their colors, teaching their children, living off the land. She looks away for a moment, out towards the sea, watching those waves roll in endlessly, crashing against the rocks only to vanish beneath the next wave.
It hurts to think, to say, and it comes from a place of compassion that Jane opens her mouth and says, "Does it bother you? Knowing he can't grow old with you." Her cheeks swiftly tint pink, embarrassed at her own forwardness.