[Work that may lead nowhere. Work that may be snuffed out as worse than useless should Thor get another burst of memories. It was what had prompted Thor to come in here, a scant few days after remembering Thanos, to stare in ever-growing anger at the plans they had made. It had taken little thought to scrape all the papers off the table, rip all the maps off the walls, and hurl them into the forge.
It had been at some point while Thor was ripping pages out of a notebook that day that he had just stopped and begun weeping again. The notebook was still in here somewhere, half-emptied. He couldn't bring himself to finish the job.
Typical, really.]
Yeah. [He rubs at his cheek, looking around to re-orient himself in the present. Out of his cursed memories.] Uh, so this chart is...?
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It had been at some point while Thor was ripping pages out of a notebook that day that he had just stopped and begun weeping again. The notebook was still in here somewhere, half-emptied. He couldn't bring himself to finish the job.
Typical, really.]
Yeah. [He rubs at his cheek, looking around to re-orient himself in the present. Out of his cursed memories.] Uh, so this chart is...?