"I don't love Asgard more than Earth, more than here... I just thought it was what to do at the moment..." He sniffs, pulling back to produce a handkerchief from the pocket of his robes. He was still in sorcerer's garb.
"My homeland had called for aid..."
He wipes his eyes and blows his nose gently.
"I'm not going to run from them. I'm... just not ready."
He straightens out his brother's shirt from the mess he made of it, looking up at him again. "I want to know everything that happened, even if the afflicted parties want nothing to do with me."
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