[Sif smiles, sadly. Yes -- she is back. Whether the spell's time has worn thin or Thor has, as always, acted as a beacon she could not say. She suspects it may be a combination of the two.
Moreover, she wonders if the visions that came earlier -- the way that time flooded, spilled down her throat and blacked out her eyes in nostalgia -- was a sort of protection. A guard against those finale images, which rang clearer than nearly anything else. Better to be lost in memories of campfire than of comrades of Thor’s that she has never met. Better to remember when Loki used a knife to cut her hair, and not when he...
She reaches out, fingers ghosting lightly over the space too close to Thor's abdomen. A space where Loki plunged (is plunging, will plunge) a knife.]
Is it good? I see you, Thor. All that we did not wish me to know.
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Moreover, she wonders if the visions that came earlier -- the way that time flooded, spilled down her throat and blacked out her eyes in nostalgia -- was a sort of protection. A guard against those finale images, which rang clearer than nearly anything else. Better to be lost in memories of campfire than of comrades of Thor’s that she has never met. Better to remember when Loki used a knife to cut her hair, and not when he...
She reaches out, fingers ghosting lightly over the space too close to Thor's abdomen. A space where Loki plunged (is plunging, will plunge) a knife.]
Is it good? I see you, Thor. All that we did not wish me to know.