[ Half of Asgard is still something. One remaining subject is still something. But it is a poor show for a new king, to not only have lost the golden city but to hold court here, with tired faces, a few iron-willed, but little hope to be had among them. Had the universe not drunk its fill of Asgard's grief? It has cut them too swiftly, it asks for too much blood. ]
[ Where on Earth. He would have chosen a place, if they'd had time. A place with green fields and an open sky, where their people would be few but could stand with their pride, reach out to their neighbours. ]
Wherever will have us.
[ He will not beg, but Wakanda needs no more mouths to feed, no more chaos to deal with. They will go where they can, ease what pain they must. Sorrow shared is sorrow divided. ]
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[ Where on Earth. He would have chosen a place, if they'd had time. A place with green fields and an open sky, where their people would be few but could stand with their pride, reach out to their neighbours. ]
Wherever will have us.
[ He will not beg, but Wakanda needs no more mouths to feed, no more chaos to deal with. They will go where they can, ease what pain they must. Sorrow shared is sorrow divided. ]