They're all coping in their own ways, and Thor can't help but wonder if this is Steve's. He should press for a real answer, he knows; no amount of willpower alone is enough to come back from death. But part of Thor wants to believe that it would work anyway, that Steve's stubbornness and drive to continue the fight might be enough to keep the fires within him burning, so that he might never need a pyre.

He reaches over and clasps his friend's shoulder, and though his smile is a grim one, his own spark cannot help but flare just a little brighter. "No, he wouldn't, would he? I suppose we can't let that happen."

This is probably all hypothetical anyway. But it feels good to have it spoken aloud, at least. There have been too many things left unsaid, words that the dead will never hear. Every moment left to them is precious, because it may never come again.