Again there was a flash of a memory of a woman, a mother figure, telling her that she wasn't doing her brother any favors by letting him win. They had to fight as if with their enemies to be stronger.

Jane shook her head to clear it of the image and focused once more on Thor. "Was your sister always the executioner for your father?" Jane could understand why she might protest. If that was all she knew and suddenly her father was different, it would lead to questioning her place with her father and her life.