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[Thor looks up from where he's been considering the weapon -- or, more accurately, staring through it, lost in thought. he's grieving the loss of his brother, his home, his people for all that he thought they were safe, with Hela defeated, more, with half the universe lost. he's angry. he's tired, emotionally and physically, both, after the final battle with Thanos. and so on. he's just done, and he looks it, looks worn when he turns his attentions to her. they lost. they lost]

It was forged to defeat the Mad Titan. It failed. [a beat] I failed. [if he'd gone for the head, instead of the chest, instead of wanting to see Thanos' face as he died, like he'd wanted to see his as he killed Loki, maybe they wouldn't be in this situation. and so the cycle of grief, anger, tired repeats just below the surface]