The Titan's gaze slides to Thor's weapon when he mentions it. A formidable blade, and a most curious handle. He wonders briefly if the Nexus has anything comparable, but decides not to pursue that line of thought. Enchanted weapons are a tricky business. You can buy, steal, or borrow one, but if you are not the rightful owner, all of Tartarus will break loose.

He wants to help though, to give Thor the advantage that he needs to best Thanos. To somehow right the wrongs of trillions lost.

There is a brief, befuddled look at the mention of a rabbit, but then his mind latches onto a possible way he can assist his friend. "I know someone on my world," he offers. "He's from my pantheon, and he owes me one. If you give me a few days, I can take you to him and he can make you a new arm. He's god of the forge, but he's big into cybernetics these days. It should be a straight-forward job for him."