Bruce actually half-laughed when she said she had a million questions, because yes, he completely understood why. He was still trying to figure it all out himself. "Thanos is an alien. He goes to planets, kills half of the population at random, and moves on. I don't know why he decided this was the right thing to do, but he believes it." He did wonder where Thanos came from, what motivated him, but not enough to dwell. Their only job was to stop him, and they failed. He remembered the look in Thanos' eyes. The determination. The certainty. It was the worst kind of crazy.

"And having that drive and an army, multiple armies, is bad enough, but there were these stones. The Infinity stones. They're made of pure cosmic energy, each one representing an aspect of life." It sounded ridiculous when he said it out loud, but he already told the story more than once, and he'd seen it to be true, he knew it. "When he got all of them, he had more power in the universe than any being, so all he had to do was snap his fingers and make his dream into a reality." His eyes were haunted by the memory of that snap. It echoed in his ears. "And then they were gone, just like that."