Arc I: Midnight


"What do you mean?" Darcy asked warily.

"Once, my brother was a different man. A happy man; one whom I respected. Now?" Thor sighed. "I am curious if he ever showed you any sign of the man he once was. The man I hope he can still become."

Darcy fidgeted slightly. "He wasn't, you know, cruel or anything to me." She thought back to their dinners together. "In fact, sometimes he was…nice. I think he is…lonely and confused." Her eyes hardened as she remembered the ball and the eye. "That doesn't give him a right to what he's done though."