Diana did not like to think about Barbara, or Maxwell, or Steve Trevor in that context. His resurrection had been a mistake, not because she had not wanted more time with him, but because he had taken over another human body to accomplish it, and Diana had just… let it happen, for a time. It was a mistake, and a large one, and many consequences had stemmed from that one poor decision. Although as she’d said, in her defense, Barbara had told her that the wishing trinket was just that, a trinket and Diana had failed to do her own proper research. Dumb, but perhaps not the dumbest. And as the humans were so fond of saying to each other, people made mistakes.
“He was a very extraordinary human,” she acknowledged with a nod, because that was still very true. Diana would love him for the rest of her life, in some sense, but it was not the same love she had had for him all those years ago, and she did not know if it ever would be again. Steve was dead, and gone, and nothing short of a miracle would bring him back properly. Diana could not perform miracles, and so she did not concern herself overmuch with Steve Trevor. It was even harder to consider him with Thor’s hand in hers. “But they all die, and even if he had not died that night, he would likely be dead by now.” It had been another ninety years, after all, and Diana had had a lot of time to consider that perhaps it had been, in many senses, better this way. As Steve himself had said in 1984, she had not aged a day since 1918.
Diana fell silent as she listened to the rest of what Thor had to say, and her outright surprise showed on her face. She knew it, and could do nothing about it. “I’m sorry for that. I… I confess, I cannot imagine a woman unwilling to wait for you.” Diana looked away from him then, her cheeks reddening, as if they hadn’t already established that fact.