He would have held it open, if he could -- if he could, and if X had not fallen (died?) to close it.
(There's Milliways, and her Security badge if it remains intact. And X's healing is formidable. There's hope -- of course there's hope. And yet.)
The instruments the demon was drawing upon for power are all destroyed. Thor hooks Mjölnir on his belt -- what is there for him to strike with it, now? -- and turns away from these strangers, from their expressions and their gazes and whatever words they might choose to say. He'll speak to them again, but not in this moment. Not quite yet.
He rests his hands upon a dead and crackling row of antiquated computers, and closes his eyes, just for a moment.
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He would have held it open, if he could -- if he could, and if X had not fallen (died?) to close it.
(There's Milliways, and her Security badge if it remains intact. And X's healing is formidable. There's hope -- of course there's hope. And yet.)
The instruments the demon was drawing upon for power are all destroyed. Thor hooks Mjölnir on his belt -- what is there for him to strike with it, now? -- and turns away from these strangers, from their expressions and their gazes and whatever words they might choose to say. He'll speak to them again, but not in this moment. Not quite yet.
He rests his hands upon a dead and crackling row of antiquated computers, and closes his eyes, just for a moment.