He fights the urge to fidget as the numbness sets in, feeling for all the world like part of him is ceasing to exist entirely, and he inhales sharply at the sudden memory of watching so many people flake away into ash and dust. Thor grips at his own thigh with his hand, digging in his fingers to prove that he isn't going to dissolve as they did, and slowly exhales as he forces himself to relax again.
He's fine. Everything is fine. This is supposed to happen, he reminds himself.
The conversation is a welcome lifeline, something that keeps him from regretting his choice to stay awake for the duration, and Thor grasps at it just as strongly. "That many, hm? Don't suppose they've built you a temple yet, but there's still time."
Don't think he's forgotten about the statue, dear brother.
Sigrid and Eindrid... Thor hadn't known either of their names before today, hadn't known most of the people who had survived Ragnarok, but hearing them now makes it seem all the more real, somehow. More than just numbers and statistics, as real as Solvi and her little babe. Despite himself, Thor manages to smile through the heartache of knowing what has likely happened to the children's family. If they have no one else left, at least the siblings have each other, still.
"They must be special indeed," he says quietly. "You'll have to introduce us, when I'm... feeling more myself." Right now, he can't imagine when he might truly be all right again, clinging to a flicker of hope that it will happen someday. But learning to feign it... that, he can see more readily. "Are they holding up all right?" Thor is hesitant to ask, because the answer seems obvious, but he can't pretend that he does not care about their well-being. Them, and all the others who remain, named and unnamed.
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He's fine. Everything is fine. This is supposed to happen, he reminds himself.
The conversation is a welcome lifeline, something that keeps him from regretting his choice to stay awake for the duration, and Thor grasps at it just as strongly. "That many, hm? Don't suppose they've built you a temple yet, but there's still time."
Don't think he's forgotten about the statue, dear brother.
Sigrid and Eindrid... Thor hadn't known either of their names before today, hadn't known most of the people who had survived Ragnarok, but hearing them now makes it seem all the more real, somehow. More than just numbers and statistics, as real as Solvi and her little babe. Despite himself, Thor manages to smile through the heartache of knowing what has likely happened to the children's family. If they have no one else left, at least the siblings have each other, still.
"They must be special indeed," he says quietly. "You'll have to introduce us, when I'm... feeling more myself." Right now, he can't imagine when he might truly be all right again, clinging to a flicker of hope that it will happen someday. But learning to feign it... that, he can see more readily. "Are they holding up all right?" Thor is hesitant to ask, because the answer seems obvious, but he can't pretend that he does not care about their well-being. Them, and all the others who remain, named and unnamed.