[ Thor's brow furrows briefly at the first part. He feels that there's something under the words that he doesn't really understand, but he files it away to question later.

It's all... a lot to take in. It seems so unreal. He can't imagine a circumstance that would cause him to abandon his people - though he doesn't doubt for a second that Vaklyrie would make a far better king. Those five years must have been very unkind indeed.

It gets worse, because of course it does. Thor squares his shoulders, as if bracing for a blow, and even then he's not really ready for it.

Natasha had been trying to redeem herself for something since the day they met, as if she owed the world and not the other way around. Now it was debt they would never be able to repay. ]

I know how she... was. [ It's difficult even to repeat the words. If he any part of him wanted to argue, to doubt, the tear sliding down Wanda's cheek is enough to silence it.

This is his fault. Whatever anyone says, whatever anyone did - he should have done it right the first time. It's because of him that they're all dead. It's everything he feared come to pass.

He ducks his head, hiding his expression for a moment as he swallows hard. ] I know Tony, too... He never let anything go. Steve told him once that he'd never sacrifice himself, if it came down to it. He's been doing it ever since, maybe just to prove Steve wrong, but this... this is just... [ Thor lets out a watery laugh, but his throat feels tight. He almost doesn't notice the way the sky above them is rapidly darkening, thick clouds heavy with rain.

He pushes to his feet. It takes everything in him to stay and excuse himself politely. ] Wanda, you've been very kind, but I think I need to... take a walk.