Last spark from the ashes

"No." Blaze looks up at Thor, drawn from the thoughts she's wrangling. "It's as clean a slate as you can get." Not entirely clean, never that, and certainly not for the man who was Steve Rogers. Which reminds her that of all the people she needs to talk with, Thor's at the top of the list. Getting their friend resurrected is only the first part of her- their task. They'll have to look out for him, after.

It's also why Ghost hasn't stopped silently mourning between them. He, too, is saying his goodbyes. He's still hovering close as the elevator lets them out several floors down and Jie leads them down a flight of steps, through a decoratively tiled archway and down the hallway beyond. It's quieter down here, lights flicking on as they pass by locked doors and little alcoves decorated with war trophies, banners, small sculptures.

"He'll have to figure out a lot of things from scratch," Blaze says as they walk, Jie and his whirling Ghost in the lead. She shoots a look sideways at Thor. "Who he is. Even his name."