[ The wounds are fresh. So fresh. And between the time that he had let go, the time that utter hopelessness succumbed him after wrath and envy swallowed him so deeply, and landing into the hands of Thanos; he wasn't sure what he was anymore. He knew what he wanted, though. More than anything. The only truth he had left, he felt, was this. This madness, this unrelenting need to supersede Thor, just once. Yet just once would not suffice any more. For all the time he had been cast aside, for all those years of striving, misplaced and overlooked and laughed at.
There was no repairing this.
There was no turning back from this.
There was nothing. There was nothing at all. He was nothing. He would make Thor nothing. He would bring everything, every last bit, in to this nothingness and he would crown this little world of blackness with all the black of the abyss he succumbed to.
Yes he would. ]
Hope it's worth dying for. It's the only thing you have left, here, I imagine.
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There was no repairing this.
There was no turning back from this.
There was nothing. There was nothing at all. He was nothing. He would make Thor nothing. He would bring everything, every last bit, in to this nothingness and he would crown this little world of blackness with all the black of the abyss he succumbed to.
Yes he would. ]
Hope it's worth dying for. It's the only thing you have left, here, I imagine.
My condolences to losing your woman. Again.