Steve Trevor had indeed been a big influence in her life. The first man she had ever met, the first human she had ever met, and luckily, a fairly exemplary one. Humanity might have been doomed elsewise, and Diana thought about that sometimes, the odds of such an extraordinary human having been the one to find the Amazons to begin with, and all by accident. The ways the world turned, she supposed. But all that had been so long ago that it did not fully hold the weight that it did.
And she had learned a lesson, when she had been given more time with Steve Trevor, time that she should not have had and had stolen. It had been her great failing, and Steve would be forever tied to that. Still, it was hard to focus too fiercely on her failings as Thor described his friends, the life he led back in his world, and she understood why he was so eager to solve this mystery and go home.
Diana had nothing similar to return to, and she found herself somewhat wistful as he spoke, though still enjoying the conversation, and the company. Kal had reminded her when they’d explored together that others here had a life to return to, and she had … nothing, really. Her colleagues at work, surely. They knew Diana Prince, art curator, collector, genius, and whatever else they thought of her. They didn’t know Diana of Themyscira, and never would.
It brought her a sort of peace to know that at least after all he had been through, there were still good things in his life, things to bring him back to the light. “I remember you asking for Rabbit the other night,” she said, making the connections between information she’d been given without realizing she had been. “I hope I get to meet them someday. They sound fun, and fun is so hard to come by. I'm sure you miss them, and I'm sorry for that. I wonder what it is that holds us here, and why it wants us all so badly. Tony told me there are around a hundred here, by his estimation."