Last spark from the ashes

"Mjolnir?" The Warlock's face is hidden, but his voice is curious and doubtful in equal measure. "Really?" Blaze shoots him a brief look and simply gives an emphatic nod. They can question her about it later. Better than bothering Thor to satisfy their curiosity at this of all times.

The other Titan, meanwhile, stands straighter to salute Thor. He's heard, too, but questions about the Asgardian are pushed aside by the weight of sorrow and concern he's brought. The work that lies in front of them. "That brings me comfort to hear. I am Jie Ming. Steve... used to train with my teacher and I."

"And he will again." Blaze steps forward, shoulders set and eyes glowing. Ghost glides along with her, shell spinning rapidly. "That's why we brought him here."

They can all follow her meaning. The Warlock stares. The Hunter's eyes glint like distant stars. Jie opens his mouth to ask if she's sure about this... then meets the Exo's gaze and shuts it. He glances at Thor. Then, slowly, he nods, expression turning thoughtful. Beside him, his own Ghost locks optics with Blaze's in silent communication.

"We have unused rooms on the west face of the Tower," he says, turning to lead the way. The other two glance at each other, then stand aside. "We'll find one for him." And then... what happens, will happen. The Light will find its way. Behind him, Blaze looks to Thor with- less triumph, than satisfaction. They're in, and nobody will stand in their way now.