"No, I... I know that." Norns, he wishes he didn't. Wishes he still had some kind of hope. Something to keep him going, a promise of a better tomorrow. That he wouldn't look out on the tiny village and realize that this is it, forever.

Long live King Thor.

It is no secret that he blames himself for not stopping this, but it is a short leap to call up the memory of the Titan, sneering at them, secure in his victory that could never be undone. A tight fist seems to squeeze around Thor's chest, and his breathing harshens again. "It's my fault."