If only the guilt that Thor carries was only the kind felt by survivors. That, he knows how to deal with. Feeling responsible for the murder of trillions... that is something else, and he does not know how to begin to cope.

There is a reason he has hardly spent a full day completely sober since Wakanda.

"Because I should've... should've..." Gone for the head. He can't say it, not without that voice slithering into his ears, and the metallic snap that followed, heralding the doom of half the universe. His voice chokes in his throat, the bands around his chest squeezing the breath from his lungs, and he abandons any attempt to continue eating in favor of pressing a hand to his chest as if it could do anything to halt the panic in its tracks.

It's his fault. His fault.