Aye. [It is hard to think of it. Is the shame that surfaces because he'd lost the arm, because he'd lost the hammer-- or because of the way he'd behaved at the time? It is hard to disentangle his feelings about it.]

But before that is told, there is something else I must share. Something which happened between that war of the realms and when I next faced Malekith the Accursed.

[And now that it comes to it, he does not want to speak.] You recall the hammer I found on the mothership, Mjolnir? I told you of Thor and his adventures with her, then. [A pause, and with a heaviness-] Of my adventures with her. [The pain fills him, anger and loss almost as fresh as they'd been, what? Only a year ago it felt like. The blink of an eye.

All of a sudden he feels crowded. He wants to pace, he wants to fight, he wants to do anything but lie here and relive his memories.

He draws his hand away from her, clenches it uselessly on empty air at his side.]

It was between those two encounters with Malekith that I lost her. That I gave up the name Thor.