Raven: She had been passing when she heard the issue. She walked into the room shaking her head, a hard look in her eye. "Look how far you've fallen Thora. You used to be a great warrior and princess who commanded respect, now you're little more than an empty shell of your former glory. You used to be strong and independent. Now all I see is a whining weak, stupid little girl. When I first met you, I liked you, and that's a compliment considering I dislike 95% of everyone I know. I liked you because we were both so similar: we had effectively followed in our fathers' footsteps despite criticism, you for being a girl and I for my age. You used to stand up for what was right, stand up for those less fortunate than you, you were selfless. You could win most any duel, you didn't need anyone. Then you dropped the ball. You started needing people, relying on others to feel good about yourself without realizing that you have everything anyone ever strives for: wealth, power, prestige, a title, a palace, as much lavish jewels and clothes one could want, freedom to do whatever you want without thought o the consequences or threat of punishment, family. Everything has been handed to on a silver platter, heck, a gold platter. But you cast it aside, because you were unwittingly giving up the most priceless thing, independence, to become increasingly reliant on weak unworthy Midgardians. And that was so stupid of you to do such a thing. I mean, really, Midgardians? You're going to end up watching all of us here die one day, you wanna bring more of that onto yourself? And your once powerful and brilliant mind continues as you try to convince yourself you have to be reliant on another person, because "everyone else is", which is one of the most stupid justifications in the Nine Realms, not to mention incorrect, as both I and Nova choose not to participate in the folly of dependence, although I suppose you like to forget about us to wallow in your misery, most people do like to forget Nova and I. It's like and addiction, you're like an addict. And you were so foolish in your desperation that you made a horrible call. The proud warrior I once knew would have never done such a thing. It's a shame she's gone. And now, the empty shell tries to kill herself by starving to death. Oh it's not the killing yourself that I condemn - I jumped off the tower roof last night. It's that your doing it because you've forgotten about your gold platter because you're crying over the denial of your addiction, you're bemoaning the loss of your weakness like an idiot who's brain has rotted away. And really, starving yourself? Can you think of a weaker and more pathetic way to go? You've disgraced the name of your brother and father and dishonoring both of our mothers who are hopefully in Valhalla for their brave actions and valor in battle. You are nothing like the Lady Sif, who I have not yet had the honor to meet but I have been told she is a brave and honorable warrior of the highest sort. Persuasion, charm and punishment have yet to have any effect in bringing you to your senses, restoring the honor you once held. Maybe a special brand of Raven P.M. Fury medicine will bring you to your senses. Maybe doing something just as stupid as you're doing will help you see how stupid you're being." She grabbed a tall beaker and a stopper for it. She gave Jay and Gordon a Trust me, I know what I'm doing look, and turned to Thora. She held her arm over the beaker and without looking away from Thora's eyes, slashed her arm with a knife. Instantly blood began to spill directly into the beaker. "Every moment you refuse to eat, this beaker will continue to fill. I'm with you to the end of the line here, kid. For once, I won't tell you what to do and I'm not going to boss you around. I hope you make the right decision before we both die."
Then she put it away safely.
