He was still hungry, but at least with his magic once more it was not as crippling as it had been. He wondered if they were planning to feed him at all, or if he were to live on darkness alone. Perhaps they thought if he could survive a fall through the void he could survive without eating. Perhaps this was part of the plan to make him a puppet to do their bidding. Or rather Thanos's bidding. In the visions he had seen, there was no place for the Chitauri, and he wondered if they knew that. He wondered how they had gotten such a leader as Thanos. Wonderings enough to fill the many hours alone. But he was in no mood for wondering. He curled up and tried to sleep again. Sleep was something he had not been able to indulge in while he fell, and he found it a temporary balm to all that was wounding. If only he could sleep and never wake!
And so the darkness of the room was replaced with light, and his mind flew from his body and down through the passages of time, to some sunlit garden long ago.
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