Thor remained seated at the table after the brutal outburst with Arthur. The silence between them was thick, cutting. Arthur, elbows resting on the arms of his chair, studied his friend with an expression caught somewhere between disappointment and compassion.

“You know what you did was unforgivable, don’t you?” he said, breaking the silence. “I’ve never seen you like this, Thor. You completely lost control.”

Thor lowered his gaze, taking a long breath, his eyes still glazed with rage, pain, and frustration. Arthur stood, picked up the jacket draped over the back of the chair, and sighed.

“Look, if you ever want Celina back, you’ll have to crawl to her feet and beg for forgiveness. And even then, it’ll be up to her whether she accepts it or not. Because what you did… it’s serious. You’re sick, Thor. And if you don’t deal with it, you’ll destroy everything around you. Including yourself.”

Thor didn’t answer. He just stared at nothing. Arthur tapped the table twice with his fingers.

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